’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes.
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