“Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. I am the richest man in England. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. In the morning and at night he is dressed as he would dress in the big hotels.
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