" He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved.
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