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There was a man, a boy, and a woman. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. He laughed suddenly, and released her. “If you say so, my pet. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell.
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