\"What did you think of Poltergeist, John?\" She tried to engage him in conversation as Mark's music blared from the van's stereo system. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. "I never saw the like of you! One has to guard one's actions constantly in this wicked world, if one is a woman, young and pretty. These things did not harmonize with his conception of the forthcoming (if unavoidable) interview. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. She climbed back into the window an hour before sunrise.
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