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Joseph O’Neill Reads Muriel Spark

The New Yorker: Fiction

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Hesh Straw Dropped Field Glasses

I looked up a few moments later and this time hesh straw was seated on a chair a little way back from the window. He was facing me squarely and holding to his eyes a pair of field glasses. I decided to stare him out until such time as Frau Lublinnidge should return and take the matter in hand. For nearly an hour I sat patiently at the window, hesh straw rested his arms now and again, but he did not leave his seat. After about two minutes he turned and disappeared. Just then, Geerta knocked at my door. Pausheff has protested and you won't have any more trouble, she said. When I looked out the

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