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Standing there and looking like a refugee from crash-diet hell. I could feel panictrying to descend and fought it off. Their eyes were brightwedding rings circling wide black pupils. The streets smelt like a garbage pail, they drank arrack in bars run by Greeks who'd been in America

ghtgown, reading and eating plums; the cardboard cannister of QuakerOats, which was all she ever wanted for But al those people, Edwin, how on earth can you make citizens out of them?We oughtn't to let al these foreigners come over and mess up our country. The youth came over and craned confidential y across the bar, leaning on one hand and swabbing at the oilcloth with the rag he held in the other. Sometimes she'd pin little notes---errands to run, calls to make--to myshirt, as if I were a first-grader.