. Influenced, probably, by what he had heard from Mr. ’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. One or the other. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk.
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