It wasn’t long ago that a girl went straight from the farm to her husband, just as soon as her period came and she could make babies. He told her something about music, the great world outside. Then the incredible happened. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. It contained three sovereigns, six and fourpence, two postage stamps, a small key, and her aunt’s return half ticket to Morningside Park.
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