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a conspirator with him and his gang of
thugs and felons and she did not need any walk
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to reconsider her response to that,
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even though the difference betwen the people
she knew back home and the people
she'd met in Dogville had proven
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somewhat slighter than she'd expected.
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Grace looked at the gooseberry bushes
so fragiles in the smooth darkness.
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It was good to know
that if you did not treat them ill,
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they would be there, come sping as always,
and come summer they'd again be bursting
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with the quite incomprehensible quantity
of berries that were so good in pies,
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specially with cinnamon.
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Grace looked around at the frightened faces
behind the windowpanes
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that were following her every step, and felt
ashamed of being part of inflicting that fear.
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How could she ever hate them for
what was at bottom merely their weakness?
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She would probably have done things
like those that had befallen her
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if she'd lived in one of these houses,
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to measure them by her own yardstick
as her father put it.
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Would she not, in all honesty, have done
the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and
Mrs. Henson and Tom
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and all these people in their houses?
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Grace paused.
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And while she did, the clouds scattered
and let the moonlight through
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and Dogville underwent another
of little changes of light.
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It was as if the light,
previously so merciful and faint,
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finally refused to cover up for the town any longer.