The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. That won’t involve references, as a bank account would—and all that sort of thing. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass.
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