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           Evanswasbehindtherailings!

           “Whatareyousaying?”saidReziasuddenly,sittingdownbyhim.

           Interruptedagain!Shewasalwaysinterrupting.

           Awayfrompeople—theymustgetawayfrompeople,hesaid(jumpingup),rightawayoverthere,wheretherewerechairsbeneathatreeandthelongslopeoftheparkdippedlikealengthofgreenstuffwithaceilingclothofblueandpinksmokehighabove,andtherewasarampartoffarirregularhouseshazedinsmoke,thetraffichummedinacircle,andontheright,dun-colouredanimalsstretchedlongnecksovertheZoopalings,barking,howling.Theretheysatdownunderatree.

           “Look,”sheimploredhim,pointingatalittletroopofboyscarryingcricketstumps,andoneshuffled,spunroundonhisheelandshuffled,asifhewereactingaclownatthemusichall.

           “Look,”sheimploredhim,forDr.Holmeshadtoldhertomakehimnoticerealthings,gotoamusichall,playcricket—thatwastheverygame,Dr.Holmessaid,aniceout-of-doorgame,theverygameforherhusband.

           “Look,”sherepeated.