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Pat sat up all that night, looking out over the quiet, unchanged fields of the farm, trying to look this hideous fact in the face. She was in the Poet's room and she had locked the door. She would not even have Rae with her.
She could not yet believe that this had happened. At first one cannot believe in a monstrous thing. Can one ever believe it? It was a dream. a nightmare. She would waken presently. She must. or go mad.