Cranly, leaning against a pillar, was picking his teeth with a sharpened match, listening to some companions. They peer at me and their eyes seem to ask me something. She had said that pockets were funny things to have: and then all of a sudden she had broken away and had run laughing down the sloping curve of the path. He thought his face must be white because it felt so cool.
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