She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America.
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