“Listen to me. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. As the night advanced, Mr. She snapped out of her blissful state and looked at him squarely in the eyes. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell.
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