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“So am I. 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. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. ‘Because I love you. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. ” She commanded him in a low tone. “Yes, I believe he is.
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