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He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. The two young fools laughed until they cried. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. But Jack speedily burst it open with the iron bar. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided.
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