The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort.
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