She could smell
the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn,
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even under the frozen ground. . Her
white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants
caked with mud. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of
himself. It is a most wonderful piece of good fortune, as I suppose you will be
prepared to admit. When Sheila was in a good mood, one almost
enjoyed her. . She wanted to come,
and I wouldn't let her. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the
doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not
visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. Don't be
afraid, man,—off with it. And girls and women, perhaps, are different.
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