He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. 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. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. She traced him by his scent.
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