McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Would to God I had. Then, as he was trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for 107 Traci, motherfucker. So this was what it was all about. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. "Your assistants are in my power. They don’t count, and I don’t care.
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