Men like you and me, Manie, that'swho. Jock Murphy was one ofCentaine's finds. The stationmaster was still at the far end ofthe platform, his pillbox cap on his head and his furled flags of redand green under his arm. It is losing a small amountevery month.
But I tell you, my children, and I tell you true that below theleaping flames of their pride and avarice lie the ashes of their owndestruction. Do you want to go toJohannesburg to see him again? Blaine asked. There, hold it to the light. Centaine andher companions emerged from the edge of the forest further down theslope.
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