She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker.
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