Some again, ignoring altogether the main purpose of the midday break, sat basking on the wide sweep of steps that led up to the pompous, Victorian, pillared entrance. Simon Fawcett came quietly from the darkness of the college entrance hall into the sunshine at the top of the steps. He paused there, looking down at the multitude and though he had made no sound in arriving and since then had not moved or spoken, a hundred eyes turned to look at him and many remained fixed, watching for a sign of recognition, hoping for acknowledgment or simply enjoying the grace and beauty of the figure set above them between the pillars. For Simon had a singular beauty of face, a dark perfection that went well with his spare body, not over tall but well knit and reasonably strong. In repose, as now, he had an air of sadness, that might have conveyed an unbearable poignancy if it had not been so impersonal. The crowd below him still watched expectantly.
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