Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising her head. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon him, wondering what it might be that impended. ‘I do not know your Gérard. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations.
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