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the container from her gently, unscrewed it, then handed it back. |
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What a strange bottlebut Abby did not care. She took a sip, closing her eyes in utter ecstasy. She licked her lips. Then, trying not to look too longingly at the peculiar container, she returned it to him. |
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The man asked softly, "Is that all you want? I thought you might still be thirsty." |
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That was the longest speech he had made since Abby regained consciousness, and she realized his voice was deeper and more resonant than Arlen's. It seemed to caress her with its low vibrance, and she looked with surprise into his eyes. The darkness she had sensed in their slate depths had not disappeared, but it now was tempered by something resembling compassion. She felt herself smile, just a little, as she relaxed for the first time in this man's presence. |
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"I am still thirsty," she admitted. "But I cannot take all your supply." She glanced at him, not quite keeping the hope from her voice. "If you care to share any more, there are many others who need it." |
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He looked puzzled. "Others?" |
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"My family and the other people with whom I am traveling." |
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He asked, "Where are they? Where's your car?" |
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Abby stumbled over her words in her confusion. "My . . . what?" |
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He sat on the ground beside her, regarding her intently with those eloquent gray eyes. "Are you feeling all right now?" |
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