If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. Think how free that leaves me to follow things up! I must take you everywhere. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. She knew the truth of it all right. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work. Others are smart but fall prey to emotional damage, the female lunar instinct of cunning that goes awry.
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