\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. ” He stared at a little eddy.
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