[connectedkids] Re[1]:

[Kay Chester]

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was
carrying yellow flowers! It's an ugly colour. She turned off Tverskaya  =
into
a  side-street and turned round. You  know the  Tverskaya,  don't you? =
There
must have  been a thousand people on it but I  swear to you that she  =
saw no
one but me. She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her  =
beauty
than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes. Obeying that yellow =
signal
I  too turned into the  side-street and  followed her. We  walked in =
silence
down that dreary, winding  little  street without saying a  word, she on =
one
side, I  on the other. There  was not another soul in  the  street. I =
was in
agony  because I felt I had to speak to her and was worried that I might =
not
be  able  to  utter a  word, she would disappear and I  should never see =
her
again. Then, if you can believe it, she said :
     " Do you like my flowers? "
     'I remember exactly how  her voice sounded.  It was pitched fairly =
low
but with a catch in it  and stupid as it may sound I had the impression =
that
it echoed  across the street and reverberated from the dirty yellow =
wall.  I
quickly crossed to her side and going up to her replied : " No '  She =

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