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The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol.
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