“I could not have stayed in Paris and waited for news. It was better even than the hymn-singing. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. He drove it into her missionary style, and though he was worried about hurting her, he could not stop himself from thrusting into her deeply. “I am a fool,” he said. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping.
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