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“I don’t know. “You see the pointer?” he asked. So the young fool had not told her! McClintock had suspected as much. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Sebastian traveled at seventy, eighty, then one-hundred down the freeway. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness.
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