He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. “They ought to have been lopped in the spring. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. And let us go on with our evening. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand.
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