His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk.
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