Watching the red and yellow flowers in the sun thinking of nothing, it was as if a door opened and I was somewhere else, something else. Not myself any longer.
News travel even to this wild place and next thing I hear from Jamaica is that old Mason is dead and that family plan to marry the girl to a young Englishman who know nothing of her. Then it seems to me that it is my Christian duty to warn the gentleman that she is no girl to marry with the bad blood ahead have from both sides. But they are white, I am coloured. They are rich, I am poor.
"There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about"
"Two at least," I said, "for the fortunate."
-" İki ölüm vardır her zaman, biri gerçek olandır biri de başkalarının bildiği "
"En az iki," dedim, "Talihliysen eğer."
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