"You must not remain here," he said. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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