'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. Here one might live the life of golden days. It doesn’t seem to matter. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. Then he was to arrest you and bring you home to me. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We ain’t let no one escape.
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