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Martha stayed where she was in the garden but put both hands out in front of her, awaiting whatever came. The flakes were massive, consistent and quick, as if the snow was not merely falling but being delivered, like manna, because people needed it.

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91 Together we will get so much higher

92 Through my love and our desire

93 Don't give up on what we've got

94 Cos Ben and Jamal love U a lot!

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‘You used to live in one of these big houses?’ Martha asked, with unseemly incredulity, and as she spoke they drove past the very house. For the first time in months Pam resisted the urge to inspect the curtains, the lawn, the little things he'd changed for somebody else. p50

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´Usually Pam would use these minutes in the office to ascertain something about likely wealth, class, all very gently— what kind of house, what kind of taste, what kind of price—but she had been wrong about English accents before, not knowing which were high class, which not. Or whether high class meant money at. p17

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I used to live on this street, at the top end, at this end, in the more modern architecture, and I must say I found it very pleasant for a long time. Though I also enjoy—I have a sort of apartment now, downtown, and that's also very nice, in a different way.’ pg 49

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She took a worn-looking, folded photograph from her coat pocket and wept. She was crying even before she had unfolded it, but flattening it out now against her knee made it almost impossible for her to breathe. In the picture a grinning, long-lashed boy, about eighteen months old, with a head like a polished ackee nut, sat on the lap of a handsome black man. Neither the picture nor their mutual beauty was in any way marred by the fact that both of them had sellotaped their noses to their foreheads to give the impression of pigs' snouts. Martha turned over the photograph and read what was written there.
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" Martha saw some snow come flying and guessed at children, but the next second revealed the depth of the voices—these were bearded men, with dark, ashen skins—and the argument was over design, a snowman."

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"Pam put down her coffee cup, and smiled awkwardly between Yousef and Amelia on the one hand and Martha on the other, increasing, as only Pam knew how, the awkwardness on both sides." P104

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"She could hear a great deal of laughter the other side of the door and wondered what they were saying about her; especially him, who was probably the worst, because he'd married like that and those ones that marry white always feel even more superior." P 95

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From her tiny office on the third floor, Pam Roberts looked through a window and correctly identified the Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there. She had on a red overcoat and cream snow boots, putting her weight on their edges like an ice skater;

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Pam almost blew up right there—she just could not understand what kind of a girl this was, where she came from, what kind of conversation was normal for her. p77

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"She came close up to the mirror and gave thanks to God for her secretive skin that told nobody anything; no flush, no puffiness." P 95

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‘Okay… well, now I wanted to ask about money,’ said Pam slowly, coming to the opening and hugging herself against the chill, ‘I mean, are we talking about savings? You're very young. Or will you be working? Just so I have some idea of how much space we have to maneuver.’41

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''Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor.''P65

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martha was crying even before she had unfolded it, but flattening it out now against her knee made it almost impossible for her to breathe. p82

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88And life is not always how it seems

89 But I want U 2 put me 2 the test

90 And I will do all the rest

91 Together we will get so much higher

92 Through my love and our desire

93 Don't give up on what we've got

94 Cos Ben and Jamal love U a lot!

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"‘But those are the men!’ cried Pam when they were not five yards out of hearing range, ‘From my office. They just came just before you. But isn't that weird? They're making a snowman!’ " P 70

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gabriel j      Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor. Part of the East Coast realtor's skill is to explain what places will look like when the sun finally comes.65 

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gabriel j      Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor. Part of the East Coast realtor's skill is to explain what places will look like when the sun finally comes.65 

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 gabriel j    ‘Okay… well, now I wanted to ask about money,’ said Pam slowly, coming to the opening and hugging herself against the chill, ‘I mean, are we talking about savings? You're very young. Or will you be working? Just so I have some idea of how much space we have to maneuver.’41 

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 gabriel j    ‘Okay… well, now I wanted to ask about money,’ said Pam slowly, coming to the opening and hugging herself against the chill, ‘I mean, are we talking about savings? You're very young. Or will you be working? Just so I have some idea of how much space we have to maneuver.’41 

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‘I see,’ said Pam tersely, starting the car and welcoming the automatic resuscitation of the stereo, Mozart and his death song as background filler.

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"‘Now, good for her! And good for you, too. God knows, when I was your age, all I did was have children, oh my. I've three girls. But it's such a different world. I wouldn't even want to bring up children in this world now. My gosh, it's really snowing. That's a couple of inches since we left the office.’ " P 63

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Usually Pam would use these minutes in the office to ascertain something about likely wealth, class, all very gently— what kind of house, what kind of taste, what kind of price—but she had been wrong about Englishaccents before, not knowing which were high class, which not. Or whether high class meant money at p17

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gabriel j       Though the telephone is a perfectly useless indicator of most human qualities, it's pretty precise about age. From her tiny office on the third floor, Pam Roberts looked through a window and correctly identified the Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there. She had on a red overcoat and cream snow boots, putting her weight on their edges like an ice skater; she seemed to waver between two doorways. 

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gabriel j       Though the telephone is a perfectly useless indicator of most human qualities, it's pretty precise about age. From her tiny office on the third floor, Pam Roberts looked through a window and correctly identified the Martha Penk she was waiting for, a shrimpish girl pushing twenty-two, lost down there. She had on a red overcoat and cream snow boots, putting her weight on their edges like an ice skater; she seemed to waver between two doorways. 

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Pam slowly, coming to the opening and hugging herself against the chill p41

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" It's like the whole city is on fire. Just life, life, life everywhere." P 66

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"Everything laid out like a promise, delayed for summer; bleached porches, dead gardens, naked trees, a sky-blue clapboard house, its rose-pink neighbor." P 65

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"She moved through the two big bedrooms, loose and alert, examining the strange foreign things in them: Arabic writing, meaningless paintings, and all those touches that rich people seem to use to look poor: wood floors, threadbare rugs, no duvets, all blankets, nothing matching. Old leather instead of new, fireplaces instead of central heating, everything wrong. Only the bathroom was impressive; very clean, white tiled. It had a mirror with a movie star's bald light bulbs circling it." P 82

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"The flakes were massive, consistent and quick, as if the snow was not merely falling but being delivered, like manna, because people needed it." P 42

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‘Now,’ said Pam, struggling a little, ‘From your letter I understood you were thinking around the thousand mark—but that's really a little low—I mean, I'll show you those places, Martha, but I can't guarantee you're going to like them. I mean, they're not there to be liked,’ Pam said patiently, and gathered up her car keys from her desk, ‘But we'll find something that works—we just need to get a handle on it. I'd like to show you a big place that's going for two thousand, maybe—maybe lower p25

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She looked serious again, began enlisting her hands in her speech, drawing out these ‘levels' in the air, ‘It's about stepping a bit further, I mean, for me, I really want to improve myself while I'm here, go up a bit, like listening to different music, like that.’ p24

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‘Sorry I'm late, I'm sorry,’ she said, but did not look sorry. Her face, very black, could not blush, and her accent, to Pam's ears very English, could not apologize. p9

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No!’ said Martha but her face at last released a flood of undisguised pleasure, as when a girl is told she could be a model or an actress or do whatever she does amateurishly, professionally, ‘I wish! Maybe one day. I'm looking for that next level—qualifications, getting forward, raising myself, my consciousness. But that's like a dream, yeah, for me at this stage?’ P23

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"She passed a smoothing hand over her own short ironed hair, cut in a flapper's style, a helmet brilliant with some kind of polish. A concrete kiss curl had been plastered on to her left cheek." P 12

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"Her face, very black, could not blush, and her accent, to Pam's ears very English, could not apologize"p9

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"A black T-shirt and cardigan finished the thing off. Pam was a recognized doodlenut when it came to clothes, buying the same things over and over, black and loose, like a fat Zen monk." P 7

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"Only Florida when I was twelve. I didn't like it—it's quite vulgar?’ said Martha, and the word was most definitely borrowed in her mouth. Pam, who also occasionally borrowed words, recognized the habit and tried to look kindly upon it."P32

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"It was hot in the room, but it was that time of year: you either fried or you froze. But Martha had already tugged on the sash, in a second her head was out there in the open air. Pam winced. She hated to see people lean all the way out of a window like that." Paragraph 27

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"Her face, very black, could not blush, and her accent, to Pam's ears very English, could not apologize." P9

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"The girl had a manner that was all itinerary, charmless and determined." P 21

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"Martha wound down the window that Pam had just closed and Pam felt she might just scream if the girl kept letting the outside in everywhere they went." P27

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"The cold was just too extreme; today the first snows were due, opening performance of a show that would last a dreary, relentless four months. " P1

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"The flakes were massive, consistent and quick, as if the snow was not merely falling but being delivered, like manna, because people needed it." P42

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"Martha wound down the window that Pam had just closed and Pam felt she might just scream if the girl kept letting the outside in everywhere they went." P62

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"She was short, but more muscular, more solid than she had appeared from three floors up. A cheap-looking grey trouser suit and some fake pearls were conspiring to make her older than she was. The buttons on the jacket looked like rusty spare change." P9

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‘But have you been to America before?’ ‘Only Florida when I was twelve. I didn't like it—it's quite vulgar ?’ said Martha, and the word was most definitely borrowed in her mouth. Pam, who also occasionally borrowed words, recognized the habit and tried to look kindly upon it. p32

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No!’ said Martha but her face at last released a flood of undisguised pleasure, as when a girl is told she could be a model or an actress or do whatever she does amateurishly, professionally, P23