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“Martin, I don’t know what to say. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. But I have never seen America. You know how stubborn they get. She lost it in the Mint.

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