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ere far from him, and therefore the sweetness of free choice could not be affected by sullen timidity. If, however, a girl happened to sit down across from him, and a certain Mvinge told him that she was pretty, he would retract his leg from under her seat with all the signs of a gruffness quite uncharacteristic of has young age—and could not bring himself to take stock of her: the ones of his forehead—right here, over the eyebrows—ached from shyness, as if an iron helmet were restricting his temples and presenting him from raising his eyes; and what a relief it was when she got up and went toward the exit. Then, feigning casual abstraction, he looked—shameless Erwin did look—following h