She almost sprang to her feet. The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. We’ve deserted the posts in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now.
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