Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. ‘No more, Saling, no more,’ said Mrs Sindlesham in accents of exhaustion. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. That is why I am here.
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