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p, and he would be abreast of her. She stopped abruptly at an iron wicket and fished out her keys from her handbag. Erwin's momentum almost made him bump into her. She turned her face toward him, and by the light a streetlamp cast through emerald leaves, he recognized the girl who had been playing that morning with a woolly black pup on a graveled path, and immediately remembered, immediately understood all her charm, tender warmth, priceless radiance.
He stood staring at her with a wretched smile.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she said quietly. "Leave me alone."
The little gate opened, and slammed. Erwin remained standing under the hushed lindens. He