She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. “You have the temperament,” he said. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it.
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