. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. . Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. None this end. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. But nobody drinks on my island unless I offer it, which is seldom. He hated horizons. She had killed him. Perhaps you will meet him someday.
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