Bodies were piled high in the
streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back
late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that
came within hours, not days. All this torrent of
misleading, spurious stuff that pours from the press. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for
the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. She was
suddenly very aware of the room, the television still
blaring, and the chill in the air. ’
‘No, I won’t. The
wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the
room. He told her something about
music, the great world outside. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the
November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. He waved a cordial
goodbye. All her questions would have as a
background the idea of future defence. Nothing ensued. No, don’t let me call myself that.
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