“I should like you to come here,” she said. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. ‘Yes, miss. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall.
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