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“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. "After him," cried Wild; "he mustn't escape. “You are quite right, I think. It never seems to enter their heads to try and amuse their menkind. “Go on!” she commanded. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they had no chance of getting away. I won’t even ask. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child.
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