Eliza, the black maid, brought in a silver coffeeservice and cups and a plate of toast on a silver tray covered by a lace doily. They were running on a broad new concrete roadthrough dense tropical scrub. Before he left they had a long talk about religion and Dick told them with a bitter stare at Hilda, that he'd lost his faith and only be-lieved in Pan and Bacchus, the old gods of lust and drink. Dick looked back to see if Mr.
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