They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley's. Here she walked more slowly, looking constantly at the notices in the shop windows. No, none at all. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder.
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