"This she-devil has got hold of the sack. " "That is your fault, none of mine. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. But I’d have done it without, though it weren’t my place. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. She is no more English than that set of beggars over there.
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