She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. “I am just back from Paris. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. . The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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