Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. ‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger. 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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