’ ‘But I have told you that your capitaine would not like it that you arrest me. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
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