In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. But it seemed that their presence was not even suspected. Vee’s all right. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt.
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