he looked so much like his father elizabeths stomach tied into knots . `` you knew every move i was making ! '' `` the village near my own house is even smaller , miss frasier of the city . '' `` and i ought to lock you in the nearest dungeon . '' she picks it up and i expect her to hand it back to me , but she unravels the gauze around her hand . she was staring at the city , mesmerized . if you went twenty-four hours without cigarettes , i 'd drink a can of pop . 