While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. But I will never—never return. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers.
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