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a woman brimming with affection, a woman so adroitly officious that she gave the impression of belonging to whomever she was addressing

Her face, on-screen, gives off an odd lambent UHF flicker

she was seated near Martin, who was catercorner to her left

when she visited the office of the “dubiously named small press,” she met two employees, “the sort of nebbish folk that flow like tepid blood from one publishing venture to the next.”

The ceilings were high, and the walls were made of pale stone with hardwood wainscoting.