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Portrait of Kris Neville Kris Neville She Knew He Was Coming

Anne did not answer.
"Mary's decent," Adele said. "Maybe that's why. She's from the sticks, and her parents still come to see her on visiting days, and there's something about her so—so innocent. Maybe that's why Miss Bestris likes her."
June said, "I think she's better than the rest of us. I think Miss Bestris feels sorry for her in a way."
"Don't make me laugh," Anne said, facing June. "The only one that'll ever feel sorry for her is herself!"
"You shouldn't have talked like that to her!" June snapped. "Why don't you let her alone? She'll feel bad enough without you helping!"
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Portrait of Kris Neville Kris Neville She Knew He Was Coming

Occasionally she would smile or nod at one of the girls or one of the spacemen, and once she frowned ever so slightly and shook her head.
Anne was reclining on a couch, eating a golden Martian apple, listening to a second mate; she played with a lock of his hair and smiled her wide smile.
June, angelic, sat primly in a straight-backed chair, the captain at her feet, a boyish, space-pale Earthman, drew embarrassed circles on the carpet with his index finger.
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Portrait of Kris Neville Kris Neville She Knew He Was Coming

Anne [35] said, her mouth twisting bitterly. "They're just alike. Don't believe any of them."
And Mary said, "With him, it's different. You'll see."
After a moment, Anne said, "That Earthman? That what's-his-name?" Mary nodded, and Anne brushed an imaginary something off her knee. "An Earthman," Anne said. "They're the worst of all."
"You don't know him, or you wouldn't say that."
Adele looked away from Anne. "You love him, don't you, Mary?"
"Yes."
"You're a fool," Anne said. "Listen to me. Love a man? God! You'll see.
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