The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. “Very good,” he said. Would to God I had. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days.
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