She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing
made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with
an assortment of rhinestones. 175
“Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized
the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. Her two sticks were bare and
brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. "I give you all of my genius, and you say—'Get out!' I am
some kind of a dog. Drink, and no
sustaining food. If my Mom found out, she’d kill me. Her mind turned and
accused itself of having been cold and hard. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and
with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and
put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out
again. “There is some one else whom I care for!”
He laughed hardly. ”
Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly. Trodger laid down their muskets and
turned on them. ’
With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh.
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