Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. Even the basest objects sold in the 24 roadside shops were beautiful in some way. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue.
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