Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor.
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