He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly. Death belongs to God, young man.
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