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I used to be a devil myself inspo/attraction-watershed

“He’s a doctor,” said Meriel. She was about to start explaining about the funeral, the accident, the flight down from Smithers, but the conversation was taken away from her.

“But I’m not here officially, don’t worry,” the doctor said.

“Oh, no,” said Aunt Muriel. “You’re here with her.”

“Ye…

—p.233 Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage: Stories What Is Remembered (221) by Alice Munro
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he was making an offering of his time

She was about to say that nursing homes can be dreary and unnerving. Then she remembered that he was a doctor and would see nothing here that he had not seen before. And something in the way he said “if you wouldn’t mind that”—some formality, but also an uncertainty in his voice—surprised her. It s…

—p.230 What Is Remembered (221) by Alice Munro
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young husbands were stern

Young husbands were stern, in those days. Just a short time before, they had been suitors, almost figures of fun, knock-kneed and desperate in their sexual agonies. Now, bedded down, they turned resolute and disapproving. Off to work every morning, clean-shaven, youthful necks in knotted ties, days…

—p.224 What Is Remembered (221) by Alice Munro
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he was the immediate reason I had left it

I had known this man before I left my marriage and he was the immediate reason I had left it, though I pretended to him—and to everyone else—that this was not so. When I met him I tried to be carefree and to show an independent spirit. We exchanged news—I made sure I had news—and we laughed, and we…

—p.172 Nettles (157) by Alice Munro
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being so far freed from domesticity

I went back to living as I had lived before they came. I stopped cooking breakfast and went out every morning to get coffee and fresh rolls at the Italian deli. The idea of being so far freed from domesticity enchanted me. But I noticed now, as I hadn’t done before, the look on some of the faces of…

—p.171 Nettles (157) by Alice Munro