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The boy lay on his back on the sofa, a small figure that was-except for its breathing-altogether corpselikc to the eye. Joel Cairo sat beside the boy, bending over him, rubbing his cheeks and wrists, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, whispering to him, and peering anxiously down at his white still face.
Brigid O'Shaughmessy stood in an angle made by table and wall. One of her hands was flat on the table, the other to her breast. She pinched her lower hip between her teeth and glanced furtively at Spade whenever he was not looking at her. When he looked at her she looked at Cairo and the boy.