The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. They don’t count, and I don’t care. “You don’t want to go?” “No. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. ” “I wonder,” he said, a trifle irrelevantly, “what the future has in store for you.
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