“Oh, you’re just like Leslie! That’s why I didn’t tell Leslie, because he’d be so angry, just like you are!” When Quarrier only grunted miserably and dropped his eyes, she said bitterly, “I’ll tell you something else. I was naked, and I wasn’t ashamed. Am I a sinner, Martin? Am I a sinner then?” More quietly she said, “Maybe it was because he was naked too, because he belonged there where he was, with the fish and leaves and sun, with that emerald bird. For the first time the jungle seemed like paradise, bugs, heat, mud, and all, and he was part of the jungle, he was beautiful. And I was
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