Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. \"Carry your books for you?\" He asked. I would do anything—I would give anything to make you mine. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. She could no longer wait.
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