Capes and her father stood up, and her father made a belated movement toward the curtain. Perhaps it was loneliness. ‘You are stubborn like a mule. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. 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. Surely it was a dream. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. “Soon she will return. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain.
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