"It was as though instead of having been subtly slain and corrupted by the ruthless and bigoted man into something beyond his attending and her knowing, she had been hammered stubbornly thinner and thinner like some passive and dully malleable metal, into an attenuation of dumb hopes and frustrated desires now faint and pale as dead ashes."
From Light in August, by William Faulkner
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