” She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. But Manning seemed more and more clearly indicated as a refuge, as security. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters.
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