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There was scant social life on the Sha-mien
aside from masculine foregatherings, little that interested him. His brows drew a little nearer
together. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up,
and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. You must let me take you
to things—to meetings and things, to conferences and talks. Why would Shari tell Michelle or anyone outside the
family a name? Why would Michelle ask?
In 1965, Sheila McCloskey loved to watch two
subjects in particular with binoculars: birds and
neighbors. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant,
and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year.
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