Uncle Jingle dismissed a quick mentalimage of leading her charges through a snowy railyard onto windowless boxcars. But for the ragged state of hisblack suit, and the tears of apparent gratitude in his eyes, he might have just walked away fromhis desk in a small, stuffy assurance firm. ' Mantis was feeling much better, and he was sorry that all the others were worried. He could feel it again, that horrible taste;each breath was a red fire going down his throat.
He whistled. He gestured again. _I'm really in a tank,_ she reminded herself desperately. Then he slowed and stopped.
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