Be so good as to come this way. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. His statement was treated with derision. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. He did not look at her directly, though she fantasized that she could 141 feel his stares from the back of the class on occasion. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed.
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