Segments 46-52. Then we all turn on the wagon and watch him. He is coming up the road behind us, wooden-backed, wooden-faced, moving only from his hips down. He comes up without a word, with his pale rigid eyes in his high sullen face, and gets into the wagon. The breeze was setting up from the barn, so we put her under the apple tree, where
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