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borrowed forty pounds from Mr. I don’t know what has come over me. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him
convalesce. Here, it might be anything at all. Mr. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. “I brought a man with me who is posted outside,” he remarked. Most of it had been
incomprehensible to her, or comprehensible in a way that checked further
curiosity, but the figure of Vivien, hard, capable, successful, and bullying, and
ordering about a veritable Teddy in the person of Frank Gardner, appealed to her. He bowed awkwardly to
Mrs. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars
exploded in her vision. “You will have some tea?” she asked. She bought her Greyhound ticket
one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty
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