She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “There’s the whole situation. 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. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative. ” “You asked your father for a reason!” Miss Miniver repeated. “I hope you’re satisfied. A Madame Valade and her husband. Shotbolt?" asked Austin. A young man was playing the banjo. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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