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"But never mind who, or what I am. You're a friend of the young man?" "If you mean did I know him before he became ill, no. You understand what I mean. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Its walled heaved with black mildew and sea-salt. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. "I haven't any answer for that; but I'm going back after her. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely.
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