I—I hurt myself. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. He was now a sophomore at Lincoln, Lucy a Junior, and Shari a Senior. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. Some of the people who watched them standing side by side thought they must be newly wedded because of their happy faces, and others that they were an old-established couple because of their easy confidence in each other. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. Like a petulant child he snapped. Her husband was prouder of her every day. ’ Joan sniffed.
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