As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. For so far she had kept it uncashed. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. “Do you mind very much?” He shook his head. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding.
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