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"
People
’
s
expressions
mostly
,
"
she
replied
.
I
had
to
admit
it
as
a
reason
.
I
looked
round
the
place
,
and
then
across
at
Michael
.
His
eyes
were
moving
from
one
section
to
another
of
the
audience
as
he
tried
to
sum
up
the
reaction
.
"
Michael
’
s
looking
a
bit
anxious
,
"
I
observed
.
"
He
should
worry
,
"
said
Josella
.
"
If
Brigham
Young
could
bring
it
off
in
the
middle
of
the
nineteenth
century
,
this
ought
to
be
a
pushover
.
"
"
What
a
crude
young
woman
you
are
at
times
,
"
I
said
.
"
Were
you
in
on
this
before
?
"
"
Not
exactly
,
but
I
’
m
not
quite
dumb
,
you
know
.
Besides
,
while
you
were
away
someone
drove
in
a
bus
with
most
of
these
blind
girls
on
board
.
They
all
came
from
some
institution
.
I
said
to
myself
,
why
collect
them
from
there
when
you
could
gather
up
thousands
in
a
few
streets
round
here
?
The
answer
obviously
was
that
(
a
)
being
blind
before
this
happened
,
they
had
been
trained
to
do
work
of
some
kind
,
and
(
b
)
they
were
all
girls
.
The
deduction
wasn
’
t
terribly
difficult
.
"
"
H
’
m
,
"
I
said
.
"
Depends
on
one
’
s
outlook
,
I
suppose
.
I
must
say
,
it
wouldn
’
t
have
struck
me
.
Do
you
—
"
"
Sh
-
sh
,
"
she
told
me
as
a
quietness
came
over
the
hail
.
A
tail
,
dark
,
purposeful
-
looking
,
youngish
woman
had
risen
.
While
she
waited
,
she
appeared
to
have
a
mouth
not
made
to
open
,
but
later
it
did
.
