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“One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. ” She shook her head. ‘You are rude, and stupide, and altogether a person with whom I do not wish to speak. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who might let her live there for a few weeks until she disappeared. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. ’ ‘That’s easy. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent her, staggered up to Thames. Want to walk home today? Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook.
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