. She ignored it until it repeated itself. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. But for me it doesn’t matter. I am sure I never enjoyed so much popularity in my life.
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