He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her. So was I, in fact. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail.
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