Tell me exactly what has happened. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing.
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