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It'll be dark soon.' At his gate he asked me not to go. 'Don't go yet, don't go yet.'
We sat under the mango tree and I was holding his hand when he began to cry.
Drops fell on my hand like the water from the dripstone in the filter in our yard.
It began with caviare and ended with Tokayer and Hato singing love songs,
which was the funniest thipg I ever heard. He only had one eye, poor dear; the
other disappeared during the Russo-Japanese War. He sang in a high bleat,
I began to argue : 'We must go to London ... in London ...' 'Mon petit,' said Pierre,
lighting his pipe, 'I don't believe in your friends helping us. I know how na'ive you
are. Wait, and you will see what your famous friends are worth. You will be ...
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TIGERS ARE BETTER-LOOKINGUser Review - Kirkus
This continues and no doubt concludes the republication of the works of Jean Rhys — a collection of her short stories from her earliest (1927) ones to those of the '60's. Anything Jean Rhys wrote is ... Read full review
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Just awful stream of consciousness short stories about almost suicidal women. Read full review
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