Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. It was obvious that he had waited for her. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your own fault, if you don't come off the winner. We just hit against each other, and here we are flying off at a tangent, a little surprised at what we are doing, all our principles abandoned, and tremendously and quite unreasonably proud of ourselves.
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