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The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Spurlock mused over the previous night. Manning told her he loved beauty, and extorted a similar admission from her; he then expatiated upon his own love of beauty. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Accordingly, on their presentation, Mr. Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him. Wood trembled.
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