Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. ‘That is my mother. This is your room. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. Julian had been working his way through college at a factory and was close to graduation.
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