<p>"Resentfully the women pulled on hats and gloves. Always after class they wanted to talk, to sit and drink tea, to let the session reach a natural end.<br>This abrupt turfing out thrust them back to a reality they had escaped for a moment.<br>Tanya watched the dark figures in ones and twos disperse along the street.<br>Behind her the door shut with a bang. Semeon turned the lock.<br>That sound, the sound of the bolt shooting home, clutched at ...