’ ‘What if she goes back to Charvill?’ demanded Roding. Between her and the fair, far prospect of freedom and self-development manoeuvred Mr. " "Perhaps that was it. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence.
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