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Mary Lennox has to be in the bar. There may be news; it would be stupid not to be around to hear it. (The way things have been going, she thinks, it's almost certain to be bad. Still, it is better to know than not.) And anyways, she has realized that she does not know when Sunday is, and though it would be easier in some ways, it would not do not to be there for it.
So Mary is in the bar, at a table, with a black expression to suit her black mood. She wants to be shouting, or hitting something.
What she's actually doing, however, is studying an eighteenth-century map of the world with a fierce intensity. It helps to feel she is doing something.
So Mary is in the bar, at a table, with a black expression to suit her black mood. She wants to be shouting, or hitting something.
What she's actually doing, however, is studying an eighteenth-century map of the world with a fierce intensity. It helps to feel she is doing something.