“I throw it out in passing,” he said. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. Two of these had been her particular intimates at the High School, and had done much to send her mind exploring beyond the limits of the available literature at home. Martin’s parents looked at each other in embarrassed, silent communication.
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