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. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. “She’s been up to no good, Sheila. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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