It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side.
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