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He returned the locket without comment. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. Nor Jacques. “Has she ever thought of buying a pair of foam earplugs?” Lucy asked. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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