Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. When I drink blood, I. Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe.
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