She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. ” “I have denied it,” she answered. He pumped as she raised her legs obediently. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting.
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