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" Ben judged correctly. Gerald’s temper flared. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. “Yes.
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