“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. There was no rush. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait.
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