She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. His frowning gaze came back to her. The Ragged Edge. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. If she delayed a day she would delay two days, if she delayed two days she would delay a week, and after a week things would be adjusted to submission forever. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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