She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. . I waited for them to get right out of the grounds.
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