272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. I AM an abandoned female. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. ” His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. . This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack.
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