" "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Brown. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. Ann Veronica had one of her flashes of insight.
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