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way of life.
2.
What did he risk when he showed everybody his skill? What could
the price of this action have been?
3.
Analyse Ben Price's behaviour through the cause оf events.
4.
Why do you think he said he didn't recognize Valentine? In what way
does it characterize him?
5.
Think of another end of the
story supposing
a)
Jimm didn't meet the girl,
b) Ben Price revealed everything to the people present in the bank.
TEXT 7. THE BRAMBLE BUSH
Ch. Mergendahl
As Fran Walker, one of the nurses of the Mills Me-
morial Hospital, was sitting between rounds behind her
duty desk, she often recollected her childhood, which
would return to her as it had existed in reality — be-
wildering, lonely, and frustrating. Her father, Mr. Walker, had owned a
small lumber business
1
in Sagamore, one of Indiana's numerous smaller
towns, where Fran had lived in a large frame house on six acres of
unused pasture land
2
. The first Mrs. Walker had died, when Fran was
still a baby, so she did not remember her real mother at all. She
remembered her stepmother, though — small, tight-lipped, thin-faced,
extremely possessive of her new husband and the new house which had
suddenly become her own. Fran had adored her father, tried desperately
to please him. And since he desired nothing more than a good
relationship between his daughter and his second wife, she had made
endless attempts to win over her new mother. But her displays of
affection had not been returned. Her stepmother had remained constantly
jealous, resentful, without the slightest understanding of the small girl's
motives and emotions.
Fran felt herself losing out, slipping away into an inferior position.
She began to exaggerate — often lie — about friends, feelings, grades at
school, anything possible to keep herself high in her father's esteem, and
at the same time gain some small bit of admiration from her mother. The
exaggerations, though, had constantly turned back on her, until
eventually a disgusted Mrs. Walker had insisted she be sent away to a
nearby summer camp. "They award a badge of honour there," she had
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said, "and if you win it — not a single untruth summer — then we'll
know you've stopped lying and we'll do something very special for you."
"We'll give you a pony," her father had promised. Fran wanted the pony.
More than the pony, she wanted to prove herself. After two months of
near painful honesty, she finally won the badge of honour and brought it
home clutched tight in her fist, hidden in her pocket while she waited,
waited, all the way from the station, all during the tea in the living-room
for the exact proper moment to make her announcement of glorious
victory. "Well?" her mother had said finally. "Well, Fran?"
"Well—", Fran began, with the excitement building higher and
higher as she drew in her breath and thought of exactly how to say it.
"You can't hide it any longer, Fran." Her mother had sighed in
hopeless resignation. "We know you didn't win it, so there's simply no
point in lying about it now. Fran had closed her mouth. She'd stared at
her mother, then stood and gone out to the yard and looked across the
green meadow where the pony was going to graze
3
. She had taken the
green badge from the pocket, fingered it tenderly, then buried it beneath
the rock in the garden. She had gone back into the house and said, "No, I
didn't win it," and her mother had said "Well, at least you didn't lie this
time," and her father had held her while she'd cried and known finally
that there was no further use in trying. Her father had bought her an Irish
setter as a consolation prize.
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