Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. “Damn”. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. And there arose too, a background of shouts. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. ‘And your schooling?’ he pursued.
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