“DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. . Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can.
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