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Chapter Eleven
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    Speak, , clear, mechanically:

    Oress!  darker fleck. umbling  is breaking!

    to ring about ter Rico life and turned us. e do not speak. Beside Ric I see ill struggling, lifting o point or reacrees. I take off my  to tcrembling hands.

    ell— he says.

    Dont speak to me, I say, almost spitting to me, I shall kill you.

    tempts to smile. But rangely and ly  one  lengtakes a cigarette from , and a matcries to dra  come. aggers, beats upon to stop t o ts o t imes. I ch him.

    akes  again, you are now.

    And h a sneer.

    turns s  ting cusends, co sleep.

    My oay open. I gaze t travelled—a , like a t.

    e make part of our journey like t t give up take a train. I rain before. e  at a country station. e  at an inn, since Ricill afraid t my uncle  men to c us in a private room and bring me tea and bread-and-butter. I  look at tray. tea groands at ttles t, ts out: God damn you, do you take food for you, for free? s tter , after t lemans labour, receiving  leman in cuffs.  damn porter? o sickets, I wonder?

    At last a boy appears to fetcake our bags. e stand on tation platform and study they shine, as if polished.

    In time to purr, and tly, like nerves in failing teeto rain comes ling about track, a plume of smoke at its s many doors unfolding. I keep my veil about my face. Rico to it, per my  quite private, till London? takes han ever.

    t I must pay a man to t cely, tle virgin of a  me tell you noe
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