He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she talked about love-making being unconvincing. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. ” She shook her fist ceilingward. You can’t go.
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