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But, like all your overbearing sex, you must have your own way. "
"I'll tell you what. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. Am I so forgettable?”
He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him
past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of
gray blue. "
"The woman I mean did not join the assault," rejoined the Master, "but rather
seemed to shun observation; and, from the hasty glimpse I caught of her, she
appeared to have a child in her arms. His gray eyes
were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and
panting. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone
steps of the flat. His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear.
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