She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. She struggled against it quite uselessly. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed.
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