The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. She said that she couldn’t stand Mike. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas.
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