Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. “I didn’t understand, Vee. Give me but leave to try. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear.
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