"In case he should consent—" "He never will," interrupted Winifred. I’m a little tired. The fire still burned brightly. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it.
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