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Unformatted text preview: of them I know now by face. They took no pains to conceal themselves. Indeed, I think it is their motive to frighten, or to compel, if you know what I mean." Beatrice came sweeping into the room, her high heels clicking glam- orously on the tile floor. She set down the tray with small cups of steaming espresso. "There's a potful," she said. "Now I'm going to call Cecilia." "Is there any more family news?" asked Yuri. "Rowan's doing well. There's no change. There is brain activity, but it's minimal. Yet she's breathing on her own." "Persistent vegetative state," said Aaron softly. "Oooh, why do you have to say those words again?" Beatrice scolded gently. "You know why. Rowan is not-at this time-recovering. One must keep that in mind." "But the mysterious man himself," asked Yuri. "No sight of him anywhere," said Beatrice. "They are saying he couldn't be in Houston. You can't imagine how many people are searching the cit...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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