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gratia　plena；　Dominus　tecum；　Benedicta　tu　in　mulieribus　et

benedictus　fructus　ventris　tui　Jesus。　Ave　Maria；　Sancta　Maria；

ora　pro　nobis　peccatoribus；　nunc　et　in　hora　mortis　nostrae；

Amen。〃

It　was　not　right；　somehow。　What　these　words　meant　when

translated　was　not　the　same　as　the　pale　rosary　meant。　There　was

a　discrepancy；　a　falsehood。　It　irritated　her　to　say；　〃Dominus

tecum；〃　or；　〃benedicta　tu　in　mulieribus。〃　She　loved　the　mystic

words；　〃Ave　Maria；　Sancta　Maria；〃　she　was　moved　by　〃benedictus

fructus　ventris　tui　Jesus；〃　and　by　〃nunc　et　in　hora　mortis

nostrae。〃　But　none　of　it　was　quite　real。　It　was　not

satisfactory；　somehow。

She　avoided　her　rosary；　because；　moving　her　with　curious

passion　as　it　did；　it　meant　only　these　not　very

significant　things。　She　put　it　away。　It　was　her　instinct　to　put

all　these　things　away。　It　was　her　instinct　to　avoid　thinking；　to

avoid　it；　to　save　herself。

She　was　seventeen；　touchy；　full　of　spirits；　and　very　moody：

quick　to　flush；　and　always　uneasy；　uncertain。　For　some　reason　or

other；　she　turned　more　to　her　father；　she　felt　almost　flashes　of

hatred　for　her　mother。　Her　mother's　dark　muzzle　and　curiously

insidious　ways；　her　mother's　utter　surety　and　confidence；　her

strange　satisfaction；　even　triumph；　her　mother's　way　of　laughing

at　things　and　her　mother's　silent　overriding　of　vexatious

propositions；　most　of　all　her　mother's　triumphant　power　maddened

the　girl。

She　became　sudden　and　incalculable。　Often　she　stood　at　the

window；　looking　out；　as　if　she　wanted　to　go。　Sometimes　she　went；

she　mixed　with　people。　But　always　she　came　home　in　anger；　as　if