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36502	Vance, Louis Joseph	Joan Thursday: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	114563	8140	82	Joan's mind as to which way she would turn: dread of the inevitable Suddenly self-conscious, Joan drew back and offered her hand. With thoughtful deliberation Matthias (smiling guiltily) tore Joan's ever, merely lifted shadowed and apathetic eyes to Joan's face as she Joan's début occurred within the time-limit set by Quard and before an Joan gulped and shook her head, her eyes a little misty. Going out to dinner that night, Joan passed Matthias bidding good-bye to And as these moved aside to give Matthias way, Joan rose and "Good night," said Matthias, offering his hand. Matthias had been out all day; Joan, with no typing to engage her, had ignored Matthias, looked back to Joan: gaining as little encouragement "You must think so," said Joan, a little awed. "Good night," said Joan. Nearer at hand, in the room to the right of Joan's, a woman with a good	./cache/36502.txt	./txt/36502.txt