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” He leaned back for his soup. Stones and brickbats were showered on all sides, and Mr. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. ’ ‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. ” “Personally,” he went on, “I must confess to a great disappointment. "Something more than whisky did that.
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