“Now look here, Veronica, let us be plain with each other. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. “Yes.
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