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Unformatted text preview: man? His name is Clement Norgan. Don't speak to him. Don't let him come in." "You mean don't ask him what the hell he's doing there?" "Exactly. Don't let him goad you into engaging him in conversa- tion. Just keep an eye." "All this sounds so Catholic, so Talamasca," said Michael. "Don't engage the Devil in conversation; do not converse with the evil spirit." Yuri shrugged, with a small bit of a smile. He looked off into the dark. His eyes fixed on the distant figure of Clement Norgan. Michael could scarcely make it out. There was a time when he could have seen it clearly, but now his night vision wasn't so good. He knew it was a man there. And it crossed his mind that somewhere out here in this LASHER soft, gentle darkness, somewhere Lasher could be standing, watching, waiting. But for what? "What will you do now, Yuri?" asked Michael. "Aaron says they've kicked you both out." "Hmmm, I don't know," said Yuri. The sm...
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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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