272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. It was his heart. I've come to take you back home. Clientèle was of the most transitory character. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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