Supper was over. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. She cocked her head. Section 3. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand.
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