That's why we went toWalvis for that fish factory and the trawlers, you wanted the money. I promise you that. The buffetsideboard groaned under the weight of silver and food. 'Thereis a white doctor there who will treat your wounds.
'It'sbecause of me. Does Master think I am some kind of animal, that I can't take adrink like a gentleman? Pig John demanded and drawing himself upmarched out of the camp with affronted dignity. He touched his chest at the memory, and felt the rubbery puckered pit ofthe scar through the thin cotton of his khaki shirt. He was back in a few seconds.
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