"Mr. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly. “I supposed that he took off his hat to you. Stanley took mustard savagely. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. They embarked upon an open and declared friendship. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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