” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. There happened that year to be an unusual proportion of girls and women in the advanced laboratory, perhaps because the class as a whole was an exceptionally small one. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. I heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. I want her to get forward, to set her among people who'll understand what to do with her.
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