The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. His glance came up again and met hers. Assessing him as harmless, she had remained friendly, albeit aloof. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. I suppose I believe in God. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply.
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