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There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. Ann Veronica had come to the Imperial College obsessed by the great figure of Russell, by the part he had played in the Darwinian controversies, and by the resolute effect of the grim-lipped, yellow, leonine face beneath the mane of silvery hair. In the pause a door could be heard opening and closing on the landing up-stairs.
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