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Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. You don't want people to snub you later. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. ” “He would have been dead before now without it,” the doctor answered shortly. She opened the door to him herself.
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