‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. But all normal humans smelled wonderful to her, even dirty ones. She made a quick movement, and the hand fell away. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft.
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