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He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. She must not show anything. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. He refused. ” She replied weakly.
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