But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. His red hair marked him, cut short into
a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring
over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. Despite her busy work schedule, Sheila had always been a
social person, a talker, a joiner of neighborhood groups, a
town council member, a PTA worker, and a thrower of
neighborhood coffee klatches. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself
bitterly for her own profound weakness. To fight inertia on the one hand and to study this queer girl on the other.
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