Girls who had envied her former position as John’s amour passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands in the bathroom. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an outburst, like an invocation.
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