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She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. "I never saw the like of you! One has to guard one's actions constantly in this wicked world, if one is a woman, young and pretty. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other.
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