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’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. Let him be sure. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. She entered the room in the shadows. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. Michelle found herself drowning in finals, and Lucy walked home alone the last week in obscurity and peace. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand.
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