The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. ‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. She knew his appetite from many a homemade dinner and knew also that he had taken Bitch Vorsack’s comments to heart. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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