She came to a stop ; he pushed against a door showing a dimmed sign ; OPEN. Inside light came up stone stairs which he took her down , at the foot he held open another door and she walked ahead of him, into a bar or grill which had no air of having existed before tonight
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Wherever she looked her eyes detail took on an uncanny salience - she marked the taut grimace with which a man carrying two full glasses to a table kept a cigarette down to it's last inch between his lips.
Heat of the Day
Elizabeth Bowen
1948
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