There was a second co-respondent. He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. It was time to get up. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. " "Comfort yourself, then, Aliva. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Love anywhere. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home.
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