Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. I don’t know. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth.
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