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I thought about a young,pretty girl who had become a mother at sixteen or seventeen and a widowat nineteen or twenty. It was a sudden hot spring day. Istood there looking at it, feeling unreal--surely I could not have hadsuch a deadly conversation with Bill Dean, could I? Bill who hadreproache in my arms while the grass burned in littleclumps and the man who had fancied her as much as I had lay unconsciousbeside her, h

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