” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. “What are you doing?” he asked. Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward.
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