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Suzanna retraced their steps to the township with an urgency, an enthusiasm even, she didn’t entirely comprehend. Was it just that she wanted the confrontation over and done with? Or could it be that she was actually eager to see Hobart again; that he had become a kind of mirror in which she might know herself better?

As she stepped back into the streets – which the citizens, retreating behind their doors, had now left more or less deserted – she hoped he knew she was near. Hoped his heart beat a little faster at her proximity, and his palms sweated.

If not, she’d teach him how.

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