” She propped herself up on the massive oaken post of the bed, feeling the paralysis tingle her legs as it left them ever so slowly. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote. He added succinctly, ‘Windows are open. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. " Jack made no answer, nor did he even cast his eyes upon his follower. She knew blood was rushing to his face and other places as well. And there was another matter.
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