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Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on it in the night. The arm about her was steel hard, and she felt the weapon that was placed at her heart, which thumped uncomfortably in her chest. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. ” She looked up at him quickly. “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. 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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