In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat. ‘Hollow. ’ She sighed. .
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