Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. He pretended to be unaware of the mishap. I am a man—of a sort of experience. But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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