For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. Stanley in person. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. I didn’t understand before that letter. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number.
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