The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. "Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?" Ben inquired. " Many wrinkles appeared at the corners of Ah Cum's slant eyes—as if the sun hurt—but the rest of his face remained as passive as a graven Buddha's. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent.
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