She pulled the trigger. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved.
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