On Tuesday morning the books were gone.
I didn’t see it at first. At first it only seemed that the lines of the student desks in my room stood out more sharply against the floor than they had two weeks before—as if the room now, in January, somehow admitted of more light than it had in December. I wondered if the janitors had waxed the floors, or washed …
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