” He stroked her hand gently. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. 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. This man’s name is Montague Hill.
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