‘I’ll make you an offer. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon.
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