The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. He took about five minutes. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. Just a friendly polite suggestion. He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited.
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