” She shivered. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility.
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