I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. That's a queer yarn. Suddenly he stopped short.
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