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He had been back for two weeks during some pleasant weather in July. 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. One has to train one’s self not to. . The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous. This is your choice. You must—you shall be mine. Section 2.
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