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The winter of our anxiety
When
the
fair
gold
morning
of
April
stirred
Mary
Hawley
awake
,
she
turned
over
to
her
husband
and
saw
him
,
little
fingers
pulling
a
frog
mouth
at
her
.
"
You
’
re
silly
,
"
she
said
.
"
Ethan
,
you
’
ve
got
your
comical
genius
.
"
"
Oh
say
,
Miss
Mousie
,
will
you
marry
me
?
"
"
Did
you
wake
up
silly
?
"
"
The
year
’
s
at
the
day
.
The
day
’
s
at
the
morn
.
"
"
I
guess
you
did
.
Do
you
remember
it
’
s
Good
Friday
?
"
He
said
hollowly
,
"
The
dirty
Romans
are
forming
up
for
Calvary
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
sacrilegious
.
Will
Marullo
let
you
close
the
store
at
eleven
?
"
"
Darling
chicken
-
flower
—
Marullo
is
a
Catholic
and
a
wop
.
He
probably
won
’
t
show
up
at
all
.
I
’
ll
close
at
noon
till
the
execution
’
s
over
.
"
"
That
’
s
Pilgrim
talk
.
It
’
s
not
nice
.
"
