’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle.
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