He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this.
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