But after a time I learned the ways of the parrakeets, and they would come down to me like doves in the stories. The terror faded from her eyes. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. He did not particularly care.
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