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Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. As you brew so must you drink. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. For the sort of love-making you think about.
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