The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. Wood, however, made known his presence to the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. “This ain’t no place for you. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch.
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