Rembrandt Samson And Delilah painting

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expectation; one could hear a common buzz of displeasure every time the streetlights winked.
"Somethingscrewy going on," our driver ventured. He took us around to the rear of the building; Anastasia put by her melancholy reverie to pay our fare (which I'd not understood was required) and brightened a little as we approached the enormous wing that housed New Tammany's Central Library stacks and offices.
"I can hardlywait for you to meet Mom after all these terms!" she said, taking my arm. We went through an entrance-door over which was engravedTHE TRUE UNIVERSITY IS A COLLECTION OF BOOKS , and made our way through vast high-ceilinged reading rooms, sparsely peopled by reason of the uncertain light.
"Iknow something's wrong at the Powerhouse," Anastasia fretted. A lone student rushed past us in the corridor which led to the Cataloguing Office; as we looked behind to see where he might be going in such haste, he caught himself up for a second and glanced back at me with an expression of indignant disbelief, as if angry at having to credit his eyes. I blushed, not knowing why I should, and gave Anastasia's hand a brotherly