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She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. It was a second reminder that against her claim to go free and untrammelled there was a case to be made, that after all it was true that a girl does not go alone in the world unchallenged, nor ever has gone freely alone in the world, that evil walks abroad and dangers, and petty insults more irritating than dangers, lurk. Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. She vanished from the laboratory for a week, a week of oddly interesting days. ‘I know that, miss. His assistance came too late.
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