An electric light flashed out from the wall. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. A girl—at my age—is grown-up.
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