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“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. ’ “Crude, I admit. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Well, one must hope, that was all. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. “Going to visit our little friend the vampire?” “What?” He asked, incredulous. Stop it. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. “I want a plain word with you about all this.
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