“It was perhaps my fault. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. ” “But how?” He was, she thought, a little too insistent. 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. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. Her parents left two weeks later, the weather still fine.
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