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She tried to think how people get work. It might be dangerous to thwart him. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Part 7 That was two days before Christmas Eve.
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