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. You shall lie upon your back; your head shall be covered; and your feet shall be bare. He looked at her, hurt. Now I do. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. It was a refusal of expediency, he said, and not an absolute refusal. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. You don’t know about Mary because you live in Kent. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. The Ralphs and Mannings and Fortescues came down upon the raw inexperience, upon the blinking ignorance of the newcomer; and before her eyes were fairly open, before she knew what had happened, a new set of guides and controls, a new set of obligations and responsibilities and limitations, had replaced the old.
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