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At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. He shook his head all the time. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. He had found her in a communicative mood, and he used the accumulated skill of years in turning that to account. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. She kept pausing in her work and regarding it, and when Capes came round to her, she first put her hand in her lap and then rather awkwardly in front of him. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room.
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