" This sally occasioned a general laugh. This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. Ann Veronica, after a last survey of the dinner appointments, followed him, rustling, came to his side by the high brass fender, and touched two or three ornaments on the mantel above the cheerful fireplace. She pitted aspirants against each other in any way imaginable, with tests of science, math, and sometimes will alone. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery.
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