Amiable and good-looking. Mr. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I’m fine.
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