He was caressing an idea. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would leap out of a shadow. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. But Sheppard answered for him. ” He rolled his eyes, trying 190 to conceal pride. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her.
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