He picked her up outside her last period Ceramics class. The light touch of Ah Cum's hand upon her arm broke the thread of retrospective thought; and her gray eyes began to register again the things she saw. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. It was now a quarter past twelve. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule.
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