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Oh, and this doe was her faician, it would tell her stories as if the

sunshine spoke

Then one day, she left the door of the parish roo as she alas; the children found

their way in, Katie cut her finger and howled, Billy hacked

notches in the fine chisels, and did reat commotion

The crossness of the ain, and considered all was over Then her father

came in with the notched tools, his forehead knotted

"Who the deuce opened the door?" he cried in anger

"It was Ursula who opened the door," said her mother He had

a duster in his hand He turned and flapped the cloth hard

across the girl's face The cloth stung, for a irl

was as if stunned Then she remained motionless, her face closed

and stubborn But her heart was blazing In spite of herself the

tears surged higher, in spite of her they surged higher

In spite of her, her face broke, sheSo she went away, desolate

But her blazing heart was fierce and unyielding He watched her

go, and a pleasurable pain filled him, a sense of triumph and

easy power, followed immediately by acute pity

"I'irl across

the face," said the mother coldly