The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. ‘And if he is dead I know not. " His daughter, however, anticipated him. ” He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. " "Afraid?" "Yes. .
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