Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. Look at it, I say. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug. Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated. He did not stagger in the least.
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