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Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. You don’t understand.
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