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Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. See paragraph 1. Mike was already on dishwasher duty when John rang the doorbell. But what a monster was this Emile. Spurlock mused over the previous night. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. She was, she guessed, close to the library. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along.
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