“Those young men startled me at first, because they knew my name. 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. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. That is what I don't understand. Can you kill yourself?” He asked quietly. Of you, I mean. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it.
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