He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew.
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