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Chapter 62

           Oh,whatawearyload!It’salwaysbeenawearyloadandalwayssomeoneelse’sload!"

           ShelookedatthedazedhurtfacesofIndiaandPittyandcontritionswepther.Melaniewouldnotlikehertobesosharpwiththosewholovedher.

           "I’msorryIwascross,"shesaid,speakingwithdifficulty."It’sjustthatII’msorryIwascross,Auntie.I’mgoingoutontheporchforaminute.I’vegottobealone.ThenI’llcomebackandwe’ll"

           ShepattedAuntPittyandwentswiftlybyhertothefrontdoor,knowingifshestayedinthisroomanotherminutehercontrolwouldcrack.Shehadtobealone.Andshehadtocryorherheartwouldbreak.

           Shesteppedontothedarkporchandclosedthedoorbehindherandthemoistnightairwascooluponherface.Therainhadceasedandtherewasnosoundexceptfortheoccasionaldripofwaterfromtheeaves.Theworldwaswrappedinathickmist,afaintlychillmistthatboreonitsbreaththesmellofthedyingyear.Allthehousesacrossthestreetweredarkexceptone,andthelightfromalampinthewindow,fallingintothestreet,struggledfeeblywiththefog,goldenparticlesfloatinginitsrays.Itwasasifthewholeworldwereenvelopedinanunmovingblanketofgraysmoke.Andthewholeworldwasstill.

           Sheleanedherheadagainstoneoftheuprightsoftheporchandpreparedtocrybutnotearscame.Thiswasacalamitytoodeepfortears.Herbodyshook.Therestillreverberatedinhermindthecrashesofthetwoimpregnablecitadelsofherlife,thunderingtodustaboutherears.

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