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She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. I had two offers of marriage from men I liked very much indeed, but it never occurred to me to listen to either of them. 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. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. The two sisters were very fond of one another, I believe. He would take her with great force. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address.
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