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She was frowning at him. Freelance. That's right. She swayed expertly on her stacked heels, fishing a box of Russian 10 Marlboros from her pink patent purse.
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.. Aahzmandius because he owes me money. Well, don't you have any friends you could borrow a million or two from? Not really. They're all as poor as I am.
His magnetic eyes held me, a fish, speared on their pupils. My blurred sight cleared the picture sharpened I saw more clearly than ever before. My body and limbs might well be made of lead, but my mind was sharp as a knife, my awareness so keen that I could almost feel the change taking place in the creature who leaned over me.
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A blaze of banners flew above them. The wind was whipping them too wildly for Jon to see the sigils, but he glimpsed a seahorse, a field of birds, a ring of flowers.
.. Linter went back to his seat, while the music began the Four Seasons. Henry James, The Ambassadors. d.c. It was a TV production I'd seen on the BBC while I was in London .
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