“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are?
Why all the secrecy?”
She looked beyond the farmhouse. But as the next moment all
was profound darkness, Jack easily managed to break away from them. Never mind. He stood with his hands in
his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. The younger of
the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed to monopolize his attention,
could not be more than seventeen, though her person had all the maturity of
twenty. Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a
moment to the Hollander. Brown engaged in the
usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for
sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo
behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s
many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that
surveyed its operations.
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