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Show 243 that was true of everybody; everybody lived with that impalpable weight, that slight acid encrustation so inter-veined with one's fibers as to be a part of nature. But the thought made her restless, and she turned toward the house. Walking to the door she stepped up to enter - - and paused. The room lay before her like a stage: light, airy - - even under its American veneer it kept the Japanese trimness. The walls were beige, the wood a pale hue that seemed almost to merge with the light. There were but a few touches of color - - a blue vase, a touch of scarlet in a print - - otherwise the room held its lightness like a summer afternoon. And the guests: they were having so much fun. Even though they had lost it didn't seem to matter. They were enjoying life. Did she and Marvin? They enjoyed their position, of course, their "power." That was part of life. But (the thought would not go away) only part. The liveliness, the happiness she saw before her - - had she and Marvin paid a bit too much? Unaccountably she felt her throat go dry, and looked at them coldly: the Asanos - - Mike more richly-hued than before, with the handsome Yosh at her side. Sid Wilson's martial manliness, Louise's subtle feminine glow. |