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PART I - CHAPTER V

myself, "She is grieving for my brother in far countries."
But it was not of my brother she was thinking; instead she turned her face to me slightly and said:
" I perceive that all is not well with you, my daughter. Ever since you returned I have observed that your usual manner of quiet content is gone. You are restless in spirit, and tears come too easily to your eyes. It is as though some secret grief clung to your thoughts, although your lips do not speak of it. What is wrong? If it is that you are not yet with child, have patience. It was two years before I gave your father a son."
I did not know how to tell her. There was a bit of silk thread loosened from the embroidered curtain of the canopy, and this I twisted back and forth between my thumb and finger as, within, I twisted my thoughts.
" Speak!" she said somewhat sternly to me at last.
I looked at her, and oh, foolish, foolish tears l I could not utter a word for them. They welled up and welled up until I thought I had no breath with which to live. Then they burst forth in one hard sob and I buried my face in the quilt that covered my mother's body.

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