The spinsters had purchased one
grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but
noticeably. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood. The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. ’ She glared at Hilary. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans
and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic
band and securing it under a tight hood. "
Before proceeding with his task, he considered whether it would be possible to
barricade the door; but, reflecting that the bar would be an indispensable
assistant in his further efforts, he abandoned the idea, and determined to rely
implicitly on that good fortune which had hitherto attended him on similar
occasions.
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