“There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. She stabbed him with her canines. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is found. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. So was I, in fact. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Empty, silly, coarse brutes.
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