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. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her.
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