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White and Miss Ellicot laid each a hand upon his arm, one on either side. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring it. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table.
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