In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. E. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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