She winked at him as he shut the door. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. If you ask me, you’ll have to beat her regularly if you don’t want to live a dog’s life. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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