Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. Jack, however, had an expedient for mastering this difficulty.
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