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. “How shall I get my luggage out of the house?. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. "You'll never return.
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