"I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his
never-failing resource in such emergencies. F. ” She said. The
oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. A crisis had
been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. She learned that they had granted her the
attributes of an earth elemental goddess, and they
considered her as necessary as the wolf, as if she had a
role to play in the natural order. She was never violent
when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as
nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. She was glad not to be
baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters
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invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. Not once during the
ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of
the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the
world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. She needed to
protect the baby. ”
But after that neither ideas nor phrases had come and she had fallen thinking
of the events of the day.
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