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None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. It was such an unexpected stroke of fortune. . “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear. 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. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. E. Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day, and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said.
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