He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. ” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. I have no right to love you. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. She was by his side. She told you —the truth. Capes?” she heard her aunt saying.
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