Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. If only we work together. “Vee,” she said, “come home. I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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