Marriage was a taboo subject between them. A door slammed. For nothing they kiss. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his suspicions. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity.
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