There was a long silence between them. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. . Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. “I’m still new to them. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork.
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