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. It was not
a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her
step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. CHAPTER XXIX. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as
his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair
—whatever it is—without bothering me. ’
‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. He embraced her like her
father once had. She had,
by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and
her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the
deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of
the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts
defying the elements. One cannot expect that
soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the
Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old
part of town. "And I want to thank you, too," supplemented Ruth. She mewed weakly, “Sebastian? What have you done?
Where is Gianfrancesco? Did you kill him?”
He crossed his arms. Beyond the Circus Ann Veronica went into a British Tea-Table Company shop
to get some tea.
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