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He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. ’ ‘Oh,’ Gerald uttered, disappointed. “You have killed me. How did you like Tristan?” Ann Veronica paused the fraction of a second before her reply came. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. Something to tell you. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air.
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