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I closed my eyes, shutting out all other sensoryinput in favor of this. I say she looks like a ripping girl . Itwas because she had called me Mr. Or a letter.

I stood by the dining-room table with the manuscript in my unsteadyhands. Every twenty minutes or so I'd go back insideand peek at Jo. They walked back out to the car. The streets of the town were crowded; hindoos withturbans, chinks in natty Hart Schaffner and Marxclothes, redfaced white men dressed in white, raggedy shines of al colors.