"Foster was stiff with cold after the night he had spent on the storeroom floor, but the gin stopped his teeth from chattering, so he steadied himself with another glass before heading for the door," (Coloane 96).
"Foster wandered through the harbor like a ghost searching for another ghost...And, gradually he realized with horror that the sailor's superstition was coming true to him and that he himself was carrying the other ghost inside him, (Coloane 98)."
"His life became agonizing, unbearable. He wandered like a beggar from door to door, lighting fires in the morning in restaurants and bars in exchange for a piece of bread or a glass of aguardiente, (Coloane 99)."
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