He looked at her with a certain curiosity. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. ” John stopped by in his car to visit Lucy during the Beck’s Thanksgiving all-day dinner and football marathon. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish.
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