Turning, she flew for the nearest door. “John’s here. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh.
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