A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it.
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