" "My penance forbids it," said Trenchard, waving his hand. She continued to fan herself. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. He swung it open and then used his body to pin her against her seat. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an outburst, like an invocation.
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