There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken.
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