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8. Horse Feathers

was huddled in the arm
up over her cheeks, her
her part of her face. Her
Joel Cairo stood in front
one hand teh pistol
hand was clapp
of that hand

the fingers
smaller trickle from
chin. Cairo did not heed
girl huddled in front of
but no coherent sound

into the living-room
on his own hip
wrist, and growl

his gaze met hers
with malicious humour and
you do that?" Dundy
head.
did not in any way
against the door.