She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. ‘Knew you had the lad with you, and thought you were merely delayed. ” “But that is ridiculous!” he exclaimed. The one I have is a duplicate. ” She commented, only to herself. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely.
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