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When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. A very small settlement, mostly natives. Michelle ate fast, and Lucy followed her lead, shoveling mashed potatoes and salmon down her gullet in a passionless frenzy. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. “Broken-in people! I suppose the world is just all egotistical children and broken-in people. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. I’ve got imagination. Entranced, he stared at the name. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire.
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