‘Go on, Gerald. "Good night, Master. "I understand," she said. " "It is too late," returned Jack, sullenly; "I can't be honest if I would. Haven’t I shown you over and over again that I mean you no harm? What do I have to do?’ ‘You can go away and leave me to my affairs,’ she threw at him. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger. It amounted to two-and-twenty pounds. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine.
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