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She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. ‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live. We went to the Embassy. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. I'm his lieutenant,—Lieutenant Blueskin.
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