She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed anger. 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. ’ ‘Do not hope it,’ returned Melusine, snapping uncontrollably. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. ToC The heart-piercing scream uttered by Mrs. “It’s too bad. “Oh goody. Wild," implored the turnkeys. Altogether different. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works.
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