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More gently I took my mother's elbow; clucking and smiling, she bagged her yarn and obediently rose.
"At least give me a minute to fix myhair!" Anastasia said. Her tone had changed, was newly resolute and guileful, as was her face. I surmised, not without mixed feelings, that what had been at odds -- her wish to assert herself as I'd advised and her wish to go to Tower Hall with me instead of to her with Greene -- were now in league: she would attempt to bribe Greene with her favors. And though I myself had urged such initiative upon her, the twinge I felt was not owing entirely to the danger of her succeeding and thus following me into the Belly. To assure myself that I was notjealous , or envious of Greene, I smiled and winked at her, as if to say, "I see right through you, and wish you luck."
She saw and understood me, I'm sure, but regarded me coolly.
"Watch out for the nuts," Greene advised me.
Anastasia patted her hair, and slipped her arm primly under his. "He hasn't any. I'm glad I've got aman to take Home."
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