She took up a book and threw it down again. A young man was playing the banjo. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. She cried out with the pain of it. “Of course!” he said. Majorities, right or wrong, dare not revolt. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. The months that followed September spiraled downward.
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