She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. Ants. Still keeping ahead of his pursuers, he ran along the direct road, till the houses disappeared and he got into the open country. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football.
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