Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. He had a wild impulse to shout. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Yes, there was someone there.
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