‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. That’s how it takes me. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. S. We men are like children.
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