She could feel Michelle’s nervousness leaching into her spine. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. Take me to the Stone Room. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. “Damned Rascal!” he said. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. I pity her from the bottom of my heart.
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