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The one problem was that it didn’t fly. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. 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. Kneebone took his leave. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. That window there…. "Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily.
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