As he walked along during the day he kept his eye out for promising chunks of wood and, if he saw one, would pitch it in the wagon. It ain't a mistake to behave like a human being once in a while, Augustus said. At close range she looked younger, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen. He was almost too weak to walk and was worthless for several days, faint with grief over a woman who had done nothing but run away from him or abuse him almost from the day they married.
But then July accepted it and never scolded back, so perhaps that was the way of the world: women scolded, and men kept quiet and stayed out of the way as much as possible. The sense that he needed to hurry, which had been with him most of his life, had disappeared for a space. She was the one had little Newt. He felt angry--the barber and the whore he had been looking forward to had been put off.
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