She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. "I must have dropped it when I took out my note-book. I'd do anything for Thames Darrell. If only for the sake of her argument with her home, she wanted success. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. That was odd: when young people were joyous, they had to express it physically. They are not your children, they never were. No: I must face it out. . She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago.
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