Que pasa con ustedes?” He returned
in bad Spanish. You tried bravely enough to hide your
preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. On the whole, I think that I have been disappointed with the life here. My father died a year ago, by the way. I’m minded to
take a whip and beat some sense into you. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets
on her way home, careful to avoid the main
thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars
who would recognize her person or notice her dress. She contrived to break down the barriers of shyness at last in one direction,
and talked one night of love and the facts of love with Miss Miniver. She wanted to return his gaze but focused
intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as
her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of
looking directly at the audience. Anyhow, that is how things are.
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