Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself.
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