‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. True, on board the ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity which is aroused in the presence of any new species. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. To begin with, he struck her as being the most variable person she had ever encountered. Spurlock.
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