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in the religious habit began shaking her head. "How are you doing You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, Sister?" asked Jason, sitting beside his prisoner.
"I believe I was struck by an army tank," replied the woman, blinking and opening her mouth to swallow air. "At least a tank."
"Which I suspect you know more about than a welfare wagon from the Magdalen Sisters of Charity."
"Quite so," agreed the woman.
"Don't bother to look for your gun," said Bourne. "I removed it from the very expensive belt under your habit."
"I'm glad you recognized the value. It's part of what we must talk about. ... Since I am not in a police station, I assume you've granted me my request to talk."
"Only if what you say suits my purpose, I assume you understand that."
"But it must, you see. Suit your purpose, as you say. I've failed. I've been taken. I'm not where I should be, and whatever the time is You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, the light tells me I'm too late for excuses. Also, my bicycle has either disappeared or is still chained to the lamppost."
"I didn't take it."
"Then I'm a dead woman. And if it's gone I'm just as dead You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, don't you see?"
"Because you've disappeared? Not where you're supposed to be?"
"Of course."
"You're Lavier!"
"That's true. I'm Lavier. But I'm not the woman you knew. You knew my sister Jacqueline-I am Dominique Lavier. We were close in age and since we were children strongly resembled each otheyilai：
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