Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. Trust you. ” He said. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. What’s that?” They both stood listening. ” Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps. Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf.
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