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and I gather there is little money."
"What are the charges?"
"I don't know exactly."
"Yes. The court, Mrs. Haig, provides counsel for
those unable to make private arrangements. And there
are bondsmen."
"I understand. The circumstances aren't clear to me.
But I thought, if you wouldn't mind placing a call for her.
…You see, she came to me, and I feel I should try to
help if I can. I'll be happy to pay for your time, of
course." Across the orderly artifacts on his desk,
Abernathy sat looking at the woman who sat there,
motionless but clearly nervous, pale and tall, dressed in
a white suit, unadorned except for the thin gold ring and
the tips of gold pins that held her hair. He thought of
Roman chastity, a Vestal Virgin, of a nun, of a camellia.
Suddenly she looked up, and he could see the pupils of
her light blue eyes widen with fear, then quickly close
down as she turned away from his eyes. He understood
her embarrassment. It always shocked him too when his
glance elided with someone else's.
It had often struck him as well how infrequent the