” Her father’s irony deepened. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. . ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. At last he could bear it no longer. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year.
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