The next morning came a compact letter from her father. ” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. Or else—Else it will be impossible that I can be his friend. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town.
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