She acted as her mother had taught her to. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books.
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