The spring can't be opened on this side. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. I thought one had only to take it by the throat. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered.
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