She was poor. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent.
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