” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. ” Her eyes glinted, macabre. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. Then she shrugged. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. He sat down. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time.
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