He suspected a trap. ” He was silent for a moment or two. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me.
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