“I am a fool,” he said. He had seen the announcement of your marriage in the papers, and he imagined that I simply wanted to remain unknown because of your husband’s puritanism. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She wanted to turn him. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor.
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