The room seemed a vacuum. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. Imbecile. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. “To be an actress,” he said, “you require a special and peculiar temperament. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. "You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed.
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