. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. E. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly.
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