‘Gone!’ he said. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. She won’t be a problem from now on. ’ ‘It cannot be helped now. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind.
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