Michelle had charitably taken to sitting with Lucy
during Lunch Period, where she assumed a station at the
outer edges of the Cafeteria, the crowd diffusing in
concentric orbits, the middle tables reserved for only the
most prestigious castes. They talked for the better part of an
hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever
committed. “It isn’t fair. The man had favoured him with
a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under
her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society,
could fail to be familiar. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be
merciful. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely
mutilated.
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