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But some, noting her bent, had more to say. "It is the Husbandman who prunes his branches, Tovina. Sometimes it hurts; sometimes the sap oozes out; sometimes he takes what seems the choicest. But that is Love. He cares about a branch he prunes.
"The branch needs the pruning. Ask him for it. Thank him for it."
Tovina began asking for the pruning. But the Husbandman only placed her again as he wished, and she noticed not his hand on her.
In fact, she asked, even begged, that the whole branch be pruned away and sent to the fire. "Certainly," she moaned, "there is no use for this branch."
Thank him? How could she thank him when, even still, day after day, she still drooped in the vineyard?
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