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The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. Bird and have come hither. “Your best route will be via Boulogne and Folkestone at nine o’clock from the Gare du Nord. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood.
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