Gerald lost his head. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. "Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?" "Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. "Not that I know of," replied the carpenter, who had in some degree recovered his confidence. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach.
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