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The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me relentlessly. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. She could not say to Michelle that the Vorsack house had more than just a little tinge of “bad”. Funny how all but the most cunning and promiscuous teenage girls never caught on, not in 1400, certainly not now.
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