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language. Yes, thought Winslow as he began to a
second circuit of Elizabeth Circle, the situation was
absurd. Never had he loved Beanie more than today,
when she had forced him out of his easy cell and into
freedom, when she had released him from any
obligation to love her at all. And so shocked had he
been by the intensity of his affection, once he focused
his attention—as he had not done for years—on who
she was; so excited had he become about the reality of
his regard, that he had nearly caught Beanie up in his
arms and begged her to reconsider. But he hadn't done
it, and in that fact, of course, the truth lay.
Then briefly he had washed himself in warm tubs of
pity that the actual process of their discovering
themselves should cost him this new (this newly noticed)
Beanie. But now he felt only light-headed, as if above
the aching tiredness he had fought for weeks his mind
floated, buoyant and marvelously detached from what
must look to his neighbors like the stormy shipwreck of
his life. Winslow Abernathy chuckled aloud, though
very quietly. He would not, after all, indulge in playing
town crier for Elizabeth Circle. No one would believe