“Looks like old times here, I see. I must leave England to-night. " New? That did not describe her. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. “I say!” he said, without any movement. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes.
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