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. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. “Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity.
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