There stepped forth a tall brown man. With an open hand, he slapped her face. She had never said anything so horrible to anyone in her life. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. I’ve got imagination. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. "That is very kind of you, but I am on my way to America.
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