They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. He shuddered. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. “Steady on!” he cried. It wasn’t pretty. "Where are you going?" she asked.
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