WE COULD SEE HIM SHIVER LIKE A HORSE.

HE CARRIED MY BATON IN HAND, FILTHY YELLOW TASSEL TRAILING THE GROUND. HE HE HELD OUT HIS OTHER HAND, IT CONTAINED FAT CAMELLIA BUDS.

Jem sat by the windows, hunched down in a rocking chair, scowling, waiting.

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