“Of course I’m manager for this expedition,” he said, after an interval of self-examination. He sees men all defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. Who is to say that I am not André Valade, an obscure relation of the late vicomte. He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would have met with a fair reception. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities.
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