The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Sheppard, in a voice of agony.
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