” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. Let her see what she could make here. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. The Iron Bar. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek.
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