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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. Water soaked her through in five minutes. So far it had been plain sailing, and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your letter. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. ” “No,” she moaned, “not that. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well.
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