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Show 219 said, her tone chatty, "though we'd like to. Some place pretty - Miyazu, perhaps." "Miyazu," said Mike roused from prenatal reverie, "very rubbry. Miyazu famous sight. "We know. It's in the guidebooks. At Amanohashiriate," she asked, turning to Phyllis, "where do you stay?" "The Wada-ya," said Phyllis, looking her straight in the eye. "We do too, but you know? I don't care for it. It's so - vanilla. Aran't there other places? What's it called, across the way? "Off limits. It's called off-limits." And Phyllis giggled. "So it is." Mrs Satterwhite gazed somberly, her thoughts enigmatic. "I've never staid in a Japanese hotel, and one really should. After all. Pesides, Marvin could get permission." Mike's eyes brightened. "Would ret? Yuraku-en?" 5he smiled, in lovely astonishment. "Oh, Sato-san would be preased." "Sato-san? Ah yes -- the owner. Again they were close to far-off, old, unhappy things, and the train's approach was fortuitous. It hooted its way around the curve, scuttling under the shed with a great display of steam and cinders. They turned their heads to escape the blast, and when the noise subsided Mrs Satterwhite spoke again. Decision was necessary: they were ready to board. "We should set a date," she said quickly. "Saturday?" "Saturday?" said Louise, on whom the eye had fallen. "Sorry. We're engaged." |