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“He ran some
Austrian fellow off. Surely it was a dream. ”
“But, my dear Peter!” said Miss Stanley. She felt her chest trying to
float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason
why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked
her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged,
into the hands of God. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. The showers of Second Period Physical Education
class became another front on the battleground. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where
still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the
Wastrel's passage. “I cannot keep silence any longer.
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