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LavugHING Boy 89 House made of dark cloud, House made of he-rain, House made of dark mist, House made of pollen... Yellow Singer's wife, fat and sleepy, sat in the =xmer. She was vaguely sorry for that young man. She rolled a cigarette, wishing he had not =nsen so long a prayer. ‘In beauty it is finished, In beauty it is finished.’ The confident, solemn voice ceased. He looked = Slim Girl. Now they were married ‘ in a beauti- ar’ way. It might seem a little furtive, that cere- mony without relatives, almost without guests, at now the gods had married them. Slim Girl was staring back at him with wide eyes. Yellow Singer's wife stretched bulkily. ‘Now lec us feast.’ . The old singer grinned. Slim Girl regarded _ hem dreamily until her husband spoke to her, ‘The guests must feast.’ She brought forth a banquet — canned to- maroes, pears, plums, beans, candies, pop, white | Bread. She heated the coffee, and set it out with | plenty of sugar, and cups for all. On one side she pez down a bottle of what looked like water. “It is a feast,’ said Yellow Singer.

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