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Ga, reasonable voicelike syrup down the telephone line Gamache had known then Known that there was a reason Nichol was sent back to hi for Francoeur, isn’t she,’ said Beauvoir, a statement not a question ‘She’s here to spy on you’

Gaht

‘Do you knohat a caul is?’

‘A what?’

‘Jeanne Chauvet said she’d been born with one and she thought you had too Do you knohat it is?’

‘Not a clue and I don’t care She’s a witch Are you really going to listen to her?’

‘I listen to everybody Be careful, Jean Guy These are dangerous tiet’

‘Including witches?’

‘Andhis brows in awater, whose noise had prevented others fro their conversation ‘The water’s our ally Noe can just find so rocks we’ll be undefeatable’

Garound Beauvoir found hi too He picked up a rock, war slowly toward the Incident Room, his hands held comfortably behind his back, his face tilted up Beauvoir could just see the small smile on it He was about to chuck the rock into the river but hesitated He didn’t want to drown it Fuck, he thought, tossing the rock up and down in his hand as he too walked to the Incident Room, once the seed is planted it really screws up your life Hoas he supposed to chop down trees or evena rock?

Goddamned witch

Goddamned Gamache

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