Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. ’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror.
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