To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. “Nevertheless,” Hill said doggedly, “I am here to speak to you alone. Spit of your mother.
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