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To Ben she was a symbol, the kind that would be of more interest to the youthful Benvenuto Cellini than to Freud.
The coins slipped out of his hand. One he caught in midair, but the others fell and rolled along the ground. At the risk of being trampled, he stood to pick them up. A knee caught him in the back and he stood up, a small card in his fingers.