\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. "Come along, my sly shaver. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. But it's confounded inconvenient. Ann Veronica ignored her friend’s confusion. White, who held out her hand and beamed a welcome upon him. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away.
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