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She
looked
.
Quick
.
Miss
Kenn
out
of
earshot
.
Sudden
bent
.
Two
kindling
faces
watched
her
bend
.
Quavering
the
chords
strayed
from
the
air
,
found
it
again
,
lost
chord
,
and
lost
and
found
it
,
faltering
.
—
Go
on
!
Do
!
Sonnez
!
Bending
,
she
nipped
a
peak
of
skirt
above
her
knee
.
Delayed
.
Taunted
them
still
,
bending
,
suspending
,
with
wilful
eyes
.
—
Sonnez
!
Smack
.
She
set
free
sudden
in
rebound
her
nipped
elastic
garter
smackwarm
against
her
smackable
a
woman
’
s
warmhosed
thigh
.
—
La
cloche
!
cried
gleeful
Lenehan
.
Trained
by
owner
.
No
sawdust
there
.
She
smilesmirked
supercilious
(
wept
!
aren
’
t
men
?
)
,
but
,
lightward
gliding
,
mild
she
smiled
on
Boylan
.
—
You
’
re
the
essence
of
vulgarity
,
she
in
gliding
said
.
