His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Hilary threw up his eyes. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. These were yarns! As he was about to slip the manuscripts into the envelope, something caught his eye: by Howard Spurlock. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. Then she came a few steps to meet him.
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