Ann Veronica took off her jacket and sat down in the corner chair, and leaned
forward to look into the great hazy warm brown cavity of the house, and
Ramage placed his chair to sit beside her and near her, facing the stage. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. He followed. ’ She
stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. Lucy could see Diane’s clear dislike of her, the
foster background she had come from, and the single
mysterious episode with the police that had inflamed the
gossips from all the corners of town. Then, as he was
trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for
107
Traci, motherfucker. “How could he call except in your absence, as
you are never at home in the afternoon. Somebody may
be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. One learns to sit up. Even he was not oblivious to
it, and after about two minutes of awkward French
kissing, he pulled away. Even though I
knew you’d no one else to care.
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