The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. A day will come when you will thank me. “What are you doing?” He cried. Manning, with a sweep of the arm. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds.
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