"No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. " "Very well. " The lad made no answer, but left the room. It was ten feet long, a relic.
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