It opened and a nun’s head popped out. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. ”
“Well, I have two,” said Mr. Wood. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed
by long silken lashes. He said
nothing, even though it was not raining. His face was white. He hesitated for a moment and
then he followed her. He worked afternoons,
when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light,
with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that
tried to get out and could not. Jack's life hangs on your determination. ’
A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her.
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