Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. And they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged gossip. I want to do something. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. It was a dead calm. I sha'n't cry any more.
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