Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. ” “Well, fuck you too. "Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street.
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