"Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. “Certainly. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. “Why not? It might amuse me. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. Mr. He is Jacques. 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. You must forgive the poet’s license I take.
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