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spying through the bamboo shades to manage a brief<br />

appearance at the pool in order to greet her daughter's<br />

guests and check on the supply of refreshments. She<br />

was pleased to see the headmaster there, though<br />

surprised. She had thought of him as a member of her<br />

circle, and therefore anathema to Kate. "You're not<br />

swimming, Walter?"<br />

"My dear, I prefer liquid down my throat, not up<br />

my nose."<br />

"Refurbish your drink?" asked Mr. Ransom.<br />

"Oh, thanks, Ernest. Besides, at our age, the most<br />

aesthetic thing we can do is keep our clothes on."<br />

"Our age? How gallant." Priss smirked.<br />

He knew he should offer her now a bite of candied<br />

wit, he even thought of a sentence, but he just didn't<br />

want to say it. "Priss, would you excuse me? Jonathan<br />

there looks a little lost." Father Fields, a sky-blue<br />

sweater over his clerical collar, stood, wineglass in<br />

hand, off by himself near the flowering azalea. He stared<br />

up at the stars.<br />

"Is he praying?" asked Mrs. Ransom. "Don't tell<br />

me. You expect imminent death and keep a priest

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