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She could not go out and face it all over again It was so bleak--so

bleak There seereat world that she could

fill, no one stood in need of her help, no one required her services

They had no faith in her story that she was looking for work and had no

hoirl like you! What, no hohtful alternative

And yet she ht She could not stay where he

was She -rooift of story-telling And then, their laughter--peal

on peal of it--and his voice cutting in, with its well-bred ood story hter and applause She had no weapons

hich to fight such cold-blooded selfishness To stay meant

eternal torture She saw herself forced to face his complacent sneer

day after day and death on the roadside seemed preferable

She tried to face the situation in all its pitiful reality, but the

injustice of it cried out for vengeance and she could not think She

could only bury her throbbing teain: "It is all wrong"

David found her thus, as he made his way to the house from the barn,

where he had been detained later than the others When he saw her