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about that face, odd was the flitting glance of her much too shiny eyes, and if she were not just a little girl—the old man's granddaughter, no doubt—one might suspect that her lips were touched up with rouge. She walked swinging her hips very, very slightly, her legs moved closer together, she was asking her companion something in a ringing voice—and although Erwin gave no command mentally, he knew that his swift secret wish had been fulfilled.
"Oh, of course, of course," replied the old man coaxingly, bending toward the child.
They passed, Erwin caught a whiff of perfume. He looked back, then went on.
"Hey, careful," he suddenly muttered as it dawned upon hi