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There was a long silence between them. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. ” She assented gently. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. “What can you do?” she asked.
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