‘I have told you, a whip it is nothing. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. She studied the face and tried to visualize the body, clothed in the dress which had created the spinsters' astonishment. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. No one spoke to her. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. ” She said. " "And what—what was your answer?" demanded the widow, eagerly. \"Cathy says she'll let me stay out past midnight. ” She pressed her ear to the door.
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