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A whisper escapes her in her wonder, as she perceives for the first time, looking from her balcony, the illuminated frontier of the house at the dock on the other side. Strangely near, the brightly lit tower infinitely far away, as the girl with the enchanting voice steps away taking momentary solace from the incessant ringing of her telephone, always at dinner time; the tall brutish man answering it in his harsh brutish voice, hurried as though trying to conceal something which had already been revealed carelessly, for mere propriety's sake.
On the other side of the dock the shadow of the man flickers uncertain, it's existence validated only by the green light flickering over the water's surface.
