The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. Listen. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. She felt the warm nearness of his. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips.
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