They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. It was still possible the child might be in safety. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. The thought of beauty became an obsession. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she approached the vendor. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet.
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