Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He walked unsteadily towards the door. ‘You have rifled his papers. So long. If not, keep up your spirits.
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