He put his belt and jacket on the bed, paced up and down and thought about Clara. She was a foreign country to him, but one he felt he'd always known, like the countries coloured pink on the atlas, that he had been familiar with through his childhood. Like a far-off place of treasures and spices that still was English, in his mind she waited for his visit; she was India.

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