"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. ” Michelle replied, still haunted by the image of her friend brutally amputating a man’s finger. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. It's as well to be on the safe side. I do not command the services of a person who will not tell me why he offers them. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her.
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