Either 19 Remember to support your ideas with details from the writing. Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Half an hour passed. 'What is Susila doing with herself so long?' I thought. I jumped down, saying: 'Wait a minute, please,' and ran round to the backyard. I noticed as I went along what a lot of space there was for making a small manageable garden. The fertility of the surrounding fields had affected this place too and there was a growth of pleasant green grass and one or two uncared-for bushes of leucas – which put forth small, whitish flowers. 'This poor plant is the first to be removed whenever a garden is made, because it grows naturally – but I shall make a point of preserving it.' I stopped and plucked a flower. I wondered what ideas Susila had for the garden, and decided that the bulk of it should be left to her care and management. 'I am sure she is thinking of a very grand kitchen garden in the backyard ...' I told myself. I went on to the backyard, where a few young coconut trees threw a sparse shade around. Susila was not to be seen. I looked for her and called, 'Susila! Susila!' She answered from somewhere. I called again, and she cried: 'Push the door open! I can't open it from this side.' I found that her voice came from the other side of a green-painted lavatory door. I gave it a kick and it flew open. Out she came red and trembling. I looked at her and felt disturbed. 'What - what were you doing here?' I asked. She was panting with excitement. She was still shivering. I seated her on a stone slab nearby. 'What is the matter? What is the matter?' 'I went in there. The door was so bright and I thought it'd be clean inside but oh!' she screwed up her face and I shuddered, unable to bear the disgust that came with recollection. I felt agitated. 'Why did you go there?' I cried. She didn't answer. It was a sad anti-climax to a very pleasing morning. I looked at her feet. 'You went in barefoot?' She nodded. 'Where are your sandals?' 'I forgot them at home.' I shook my head in despair. 'I have told you a hundred times not to come out barefoot. And yet ...' She merely looked at me without replying. Her face was beaded with perspiration. Her cheeks were flushed. She was still trembling. I melted at the sight of it: ‘Oh, darling, why did you go there?' 'The door was so bright ...' she replied softly. 'I thought it'd be clean inside too but I couldn't come out after I went in – the door shut by itself with a bang. I thought something terrible had happened Ah, the flies and other things there!' She was convulsed with disgust. ‘Oh, oh ... A fly came and sat on my lip ... .' She wouldn't bring her lips together. She kept rubbing them with her fingers in an effort to eradicate the touch of the fly I said: 'There is the water tap. Rinse your mouth, and wash your feet, you will be all right. Don't think of it any more.' She jumped up on the stone slab, turned the tap on and washed her hands and feet and mouth, again and again. She rubbed her feet on the stone till they were red and till they smarted. It looked as though she would not stop this operation. I said: 'You'll hurt yourself, or you may catch a cold. Come away. Don't bother about it any more. You are all right.' [from Chapter 3] How does Narayan's writing make this such a powerful moment in the novel?