’ She bit her lip and thought deeply. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister.
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