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She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. Stanley. Just one thing more. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects.
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