She had been so young then. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. I have yet another. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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