I couldn't imagine how much.
"Seventy-five cents—think of that!"
As the Eoites came tramping back from the lecture, they found us still seated there. At the first footstep we had swiftly moved apart.
I had been half-reclining, my head in her lap, strangely soothed and happy as she ran her fingers through my hair. For a long time neither of us had said a word.
Now I sat apart from her, awkward and wooden.
Spalton did not speak, inclined his head icily, as he strode by.
"He's mad because I didn't come to his talk," she whispered.
"I see my finish," I replied.