Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. She turned to face him and he kissed her. Ennison stood by her side.
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