She learned that they had granted her the attributes of an earth elemental goddess, and they considered her as necessary as the wolf, as if she had a role to play in the natural order. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. 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. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them.
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