” She said. "
The Wastrel laughed. Now
I’d like the rest of your story. Lucy spotted Michelle and Missy, who were in
the middle of the theater talking to a group of boys, one
of which appeared to be the widely coveted Josh Durkin. . She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back
of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her
light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. At once there came an answering knock. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making
a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. One with the appearance of a
bald little gnome yawned agonizingly.
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