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The following day, Jasmine and Mary remained in the bungalow, waiting for Reggie’s return. It poured all morning in a heavy deluge and Jasmine felt like a caged tiger, pacing up and down the veranda, unable to concentrate on her schoolwork, wishing she could escape to her studio but conscious she’d promised Mary to work on her Latin vocabulary for a test. She held the primer open in front of her but the words swam out of focus and she looked past the book to the downpour. She was supposed to be revising prepositions and conjunctions and couldn’t remember which prepositions went with the accusative and which with the ablative. In fact she couldn’t even understand the difference between these. And as for the ablative absolute – she’d been close to tears trying to master that one and stil
