Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Brendon suggests supper at the Carlton. "I see nothing surprising in it," rejoined Jonathan. It was not possible. ‘Why not a French flag?’ ‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic, even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt.
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