"I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. It still failed in something.
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