‘Jacques?’ she called. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. ’ ‘Yes, but I do not like to scrub the floor and peel the vegetables and feed the pig. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty.
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