the asthma of the hens in the
courtyard, the buzz of the
mosquitoes, the beating of his
heart, and the inordinate
bustle of a world that he had
not noticed until then, and he
went out into the sleeping
street. With all his heart he
wanted the door to be barred
and not just closed as she had
promised him. But it was
open. He pushed it with the
tips of his fingers and the
hinges yielded with a
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