His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. There it was—to be borrowed. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. Then he threw the letter at me. She finished the olive and looked up. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt.
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