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A single hair. “May I?” he asked. He took a handful of her hair and carefully wiped the neckerchief with it. She couldn’t decide which frightened her more—the few derricks that were still pumping or those dozens which had fallen silent.

Only none of it had been by chance, of course; the boy would have passed her door with no more than a glance had Marten not opened it and invited him in. Inside the box was a small square locket on a fine silver chain (inside the locket was a line-drawing of his mother), and a handful of extra shells—not quite a dozen. A good enough lad, Sheemie, and although she could have found another easily enough, she supposed she was glad Depape hadn’t killed him. ” She looked levelly at Roland.