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looked more like a sympathetic civilian than an adversarial American militarist. He said good-bye to Cantwell and the police lieutenant and walked across the room to Anna Neville. |
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''Mrs. Neville? My name is John Morgan. May I speak with you?" |
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"Do I know you, Mr. Morgan? I don't mean to be impolite, but I have been here a long time." |
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She looked at him blankly and swayed. Morgan took her arm and said, "I'm a federal officer, Mrs. Neville. I'll see that you get back to your hotel." She looked too exhausted to protest. "What you really need," Morgan said, "is a drink, and then some food." |
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FBI Agent Cantwell, ready for a turf fight, walked across the room and said, "Who's taking charge here, Colonel?" |
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"I just did," Morgan said, and guided Anna Neville out of the cold, ugly room. |
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