What sort of a human being are you, anyhow?" Enschede gazed seaward. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away. “Call me Cathy, John.
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