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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. Then she went in and up-stairs, hesitated on the landing, and finally, a little breathless and with an air of great dignity, opened the door and walked into Ann Veronica’s room. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. She was greatly heartened by doing this.
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