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CHAPTEPk.<br > I<br > Sacred Chattel<br > May I875<br >"SHOOI You LITTLE HEATHEN SPY!" Mellie rushed to the open<br >window from which she had ripped the curtains， and the boy<br >scampered down， toward the woodpile. "Go on， all the way，<br >Bran. Go help your mama pack，" she called， less harshly， but<br >she was in no mood for his tricks. She bent down to wrap the<br >china teapot in the curtains and tucked it deep in the flour barrel.<br >Even with no tea， it was a reminder of sin. Mellie did not honor<br >the word "forbidden." Like its opposite， "call，" she heard it too<br >often， and it smacked of human decision， not unlike "whoa，" a<br >temporary command. Her small act of spite and stealth--for<br >she intended to drink Irish tea again one day--gave her strength<br >to go back to the rapid， breathess removal of everything in her<br >house.<br > In this community of Saints who believed that sin did not exist，<br >she believed with all her heart that it did and that she was sinned<br > against， mortally. Even with weeks of warning， she had been<br > shocked out of her good senses at seeing her husband s new bride<br > yesterday. And worse， Harry himself， like a witless dandy， unable<br > to see the mockery of weddings. Anger， barely subdued by two<br > strong cups of valerian tea， smoldered through her to kindle<br > every act with bitterness. Sweltering in the brilliant May sun，<br > she lifted her thick， honey-brown hair to cool her neck. A breeze<br > brushed the tendrils across her temple， and for a wild moment she<br > thought it was Harry s hand. "Holy Jesus! I m safe from nothing，"<br > she whispered. The Saints were daylight people; always the inner<br >