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and laid her ear to his chest.
"He's not asleep, like Croaker?" I demanded.
She shook her head. "I can't help feeling it'smy fault! If he hadn't seen me out on the bridge. . ."
Stoker looked from speaker to speaker with a grin. I was smitten . Dark fetcher from booklift, Belly, barn; first lover and teacher of full nelson; savior, sweep, and summoner (whose left hand still clutched the buckhorn) -- he was the first dead human I had seen. His mouth being open, I kissed his cold forehead, and felt on my lips, with anger, drops of the river he'd crossed at last.
"This flunking place!" I cried. "What's it called?"
"Just 'The Gorge,' " Anastasia said.
"If you go with this Dean o' Flunks here" -- Max pointed grimly to Stoker -- "you might as well call it South Exit, because you're flunkèd for sure."
"I'm going to give ithis name," I declared, indicating G. Herrold. Max
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