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." Her voice died; her clear eyes looked out into space while the silent seconds lengthened into minutes.

One slender finger had slipped between her lips and teeth; the burnished strand of hair which Nina dreaded lay neglected against her cheek.
"I should like to know," she began, as though to herself, "something about everything.

That being out of the question, I should like to know everything about something.

That also being out of the question, for third choice I should like to know something about something.