Quicksand
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She woke in the morning unrefreshed and with that feeling of half-terrified apprehension peculiar to Christmas and birthday mornings. A long moment she lay puzzling under the sun streaming in a golden flow through the yellow curtains. Then her mind returned to the night before. She had decided to leave Naxos. That was it.
Sharply she began to probe her decision. Reviewing the situation carefully, frankly, she felt no wish to change her resolution. Except that it would be inconvenient. Much as she wanted to shake the dust of the place from her feet forever, she realized that there would be difficulties. Red tape. James Vayle. Money, Other work. Regretfully she was forced to acknowledge that it would be vastly better to wait until June, the close of the school year. Not so
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