"Lean on me," said Jack. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. ” “You talk strangely, Anna,” he said. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. Not us. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze.
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