The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least.
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