She could smell him almost as
strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape
walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester
smell of his wet umbrella. “It may be her salvation. They had turned into
the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. I’m not to study,
I’m not to grow. . "
"For a bit of kindness?" Ruth was plainly bewildered. He
never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for
him. On the right were
several mounted grenadiers: on the left, some half dozen javelin-men. He had conveyed it to her, not
verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble
method of prohibition. “Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was
nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label.
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