’ So that was it. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. 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. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes.
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