132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured.
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