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At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely. Only of course I must begin something else at once. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. There was a very substantial profit in the transaction, for he paid the natives in commodities—coloured cotton cloths, pipes and tobacco, guns and ammunition, household utensils, cutlery and glass gewgaws. Indeed, it is rather a matter of whose death is close. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station.
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