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At last—I told a story. "'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the
tar. Kneebone's
door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not
detain me five minutes. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face
110
wide and square. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did
not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Whether they are loved or
unloved has no bearing upon this desire to test their wings, to try this new
adventure, to take this leap into the dark. To fall upon
those tales for the first time, when the mind was fresh and the heart was young!
He became aware of an odd phase to this conversation. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. He will have to return to Hong-Kong. “And me.
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