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Chapter 7

           Herface,ivorygoldagainsttheblurredsunsetthatstrovethroughtherain,hadapromiseDickhadneverseenbefore:thehighcheek-bones,thefaintlywanquality,coolratherthanfeverish,wasreminiscentoftheframeofapromisingcoltacreaturewhoselifedidnotpromisetobeonlyaprojectionofyouthuponagrayerscreen,butinstead,atruegrowing;thefacewouldbehandsomeinmiddlelife;itwouldbehandsomeinoldage:theessentialstructureandtheeconomywerethere.

           "Whatareyoulookingat?"

           "Iwasjustthinkingthatyou’regoingtoberatherhappy."

           Nicolewasfrightened:"AmI?Allrightthingscouldn’tbeworsethantheyhavebeen."

           Inthecoveredwoodshedtowhichshehadledhim,shesatcross-leggeduponhergolfshoes,herburberrywoundaboutherandhercheeksstungalivebythedampair.Gravelyshereturnedhisgaze,takinginhissomewhatproudcarriagethatneverquiteyieldedtothewoodenpostagainstwhichheleaned;shelookedintohisfacethatalwaystriedtodisciplineitselfintomoldsofattentiveseriousness,afterexcursionsintojoysandmockeriesofitsown.ThatpartofhimwhichseemedtofithisreddishIrishcoloringsheknewleast;shewasafraidofit,yetmoreanxioustoexplorethiswashismoremasculineside:theotherpart,thetrainedpart,theconsiderationinthepoliteeyes,sheexpropriatedwithoutquestion,asmostwomendid.

           "Atleastthisinstitutionhasbeengoodforlanguages,"saidNicole.

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