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None presented themselves to save him from that return. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. “Like him who stood on Darien I view uncharted sea Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights Before my Queen and me. I can accommodate you below. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. ” Lucy said, marveling at the intricate cockpit of a model helicopter. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. “I throw it out in passing,” he said.
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