She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. Not a moment is to be lost. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. “Want one?” Michelle deadpanned. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. Ennison paused by the little gate. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet.
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