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CHAPTER IV. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. “I feared we might have a fog. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. 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. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. "In with him!" "Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround.
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