Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. "Till then, I shall remain content," returned Wild. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. “I’ve fallen in love. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. She decided to leave after Prom. “I am not dependent upon any one.
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