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. To-morrow they will all be
contradicted. Anyhow, now you’ve begun it, there’s nothing to keep us in all this from being
the best friends in the world. Such names shone
brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about
them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was
dawn—the real dawn. They are arbitrary
and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. But if not himself, there would be another
soon enough. "
"Your esteem is all he will require," urged Winifred. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!"
"A brick?"
He chuckled. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s
ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. Probably something he had eaten. .
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