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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. But I request that a third may be given to Langley. ’
‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. The old man was conducted to Jack's cell by the turnkey, who remained near him
during their interview. Mike knocked on the door. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind
stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. Alarmed by the
noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. "
"But Wild still lives," cried Wood. "
"Keep it," said Trenchard, haughtily. I don’t want to influence you
unduly—But—They’re artistic people, Vee. ’
It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving
down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. ‘I am not French in the
least, bête.
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