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Mr. Lucy was silent. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. “Yes. " "I am not unprotected," rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one at the window. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. She had remained patently unavailable to him.
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