The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. Forgive me. Do not be a fool, Jacques. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. She pushed him gently on the chest.
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