"Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. 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. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. ‘If you had told him that I would rather die than see him, he would not have come.
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