“I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. “And yet I do it without compunction. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. She accomplished it with the aid of the young fellow’s hand, and stepped down into the road, glancing up at the house as she did so. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. Just. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks.
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