Mr. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. The worst was over now. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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