The Hounding
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Read between September 11 - September 14, 2025
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They chanted the sisters’ names as they approached. Anne, Elizabeth, Hester, Grace, Mary—as though to remind them that they were merely girls. Not dogs nor demons: undistinguished girls.
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He had not done anything wrong, and yet here he was, ashamed. That was the cunning power of girls, he thought. They turned a strong man weak. They made a good man penitent.
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She seemed to know about hardship, how it crept into one’s life like a cuckoo, casting out happiness forever. Happiness was frail and flimsy: a petal, a whisper. Hardship was constant.
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His wife had left him with an impossible task: to protect the girls from the hazardous world, a ravenous world, a world with teeth.
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The worst type of women were the ones who didn’t know their place in the order of things. There seemed to be a lot of them around nowadays, women who thought themselves superior, who’d forsaken nice, feminine qualities like meekness and humility.
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Others believed they had the God-given right for their demands to be met, their greed satisfied, but Robin didn’t share this view. He made no claims on the world; it owed him nothing.
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When he was among them, the hungry men, he had learned as best he could to disguise his gentleness.
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He didn’t believe in the vicar’s nonsense, in hellfire or heaven, but he envied his certainty. What lay before Joseph was unknowable, a gape. It scared him. Yet lying here, on this summer afternoon, he soothed himself with a question: How bad could it be to be buried in the warm earth and listen to the world conduct itself around you? That didn’t seem so dreadful.
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The sisters looked, he thought, as if something had been stolen from them.
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Spending time with Agnes was not always a joy, but it had never occurred to Pete not to marry her.
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“She wishes she was not a woman?” “Yes, she says she’d rather be a boy. Or at least a woman who’s allowed to live like a man, like Joan of Arc. Or failing that, a pebble.”
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Perhaps it had been a mistake, he thought, to let them believe they could reach beyond what the world expected of them. The world expected so little.