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’ ‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Perhaps because I don’t know. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. You should have known better, you cannot die, so your body and your instinct will 213 take over as your mind departs. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. I had no curiosity of that kind. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul.
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