it seemed that time slowed forShasa. He spreada large-scale map on the fold-down table, and used it to illustrate hisreport in a professionally dispassionate voice. Ispoke to Uncle Tromp, but he said it was best if, Lothar seized his handto silence him. Don't talk like that.
When it was all gone, and the last of his coloured people had wanderedaway in disconsolate little groups, Lothar locked the office door andhanded the key to the deputy sheriff . Then we all suffer. Nothing, he assured her. , His coolness in crisis had impressed heralmost as much as his humanity in sparing the threatening beast.
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