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He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. " "Mend!" echoed Mrs. 3. Undraw the curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. “In any case you will never receive any different sort of answer from me. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn.
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