THE TOUCHSTONE
"You seem to do a lot of reading," he said.
She still confronted him. "I was keeping this for you—I thought it might interest you," she said with an air of gentle insistence.
He stood up and turned away. He was sure she knew that he had taken the review, and he felt that he was beginning to hate her again.
"I haven't time for such things," he said indifferently. As he moved to the door he heard her take a hurried step forward; then she paused, and sank without speaking into the chair from which he had risen.
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