The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly.
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