They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me.
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