In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. Come and help me pack. “You see the pointer?” he asked. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back.
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