It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but the thought had never before hurt him. . ” “And the people?” Brendon asked. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified.
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