Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. Probably something he had eaten. I am not going to be a chorus girl, or even a super. There ends my duty. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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