. ” “But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. " "That is very kind of you," she acknowledged. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride.
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