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Unformatted text preview: The gun was in his jacket, thank God. "Brewed regular but from espresso roast. Now go into the parlor. Aaron will be so relieved." LASHER "Ah, then I will accept, thank you," said Yuri. Parlors lay to the left of him and to the right. But he could feel the warmth coming from the one just before him, and then he saw Aaron in one of his worn gray wool cardigans, pipe in hand, standing by the fire. Again, he was impressed with the vigor in Aaron and how it seemed mingled with his anger, and his suspicion. There was a hard line to Aaron's mouth but it made him look more the conventional man. "We have a communication from the Elders," said Aaron without preamble. "It came in on the fax line at the Pontchartrain Hotel." "The Elders used such a means?" "It's written entirely in Latin. It's addressed to us both. There are two copies, one for each of us." "How considerate of them." Deep oxblood leather couches faced each other before the fireplace, rev...
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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.
- Spring '10