I
was one of the few. ”
“She doesn’t care for him now?”
“Not a bit. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume. ’
She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. Besides," she added, blushing yet more
deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. McClintock's initial revulsion was natural; he was an honest man. The shape of the
head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the
chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. The dance
itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to
look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor.
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