Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. “Bother!” and decided that this was not so, and would not look to right or left again.
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