” He shook his head. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. He turned round toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. 1. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf.
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