There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. “I changed my last shilling yesterday. ” She replied dryly. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me.
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