DeVore looked back at him, a question in his eyes.

The needs have been large in the down economy, Devore said.

DeVore turned from the window and looked back into the room.

DeVore turned, meeting the eyes of the other man in the room.

DeVore looked up at him for the first time in a long while.

DeVore came and stood by him at the open window.

DeVore looked down at the hand that held his own.

DeVore looked from one to the other, trying to make out exactly what their new relationship was.

DeVore went inside and took a seat, looking about him.

Devore' s right to say this is a world I never knew.

DeVore had seen the new respect with which they looked at him.

DeVore asked, taking his seat at the centre of it all.

DeVore stared back at him a moment, then looked down.

DeVore cried, making them look up at him as one.

Devore nodded as if this was exactly what he had expected.

DeVore met his eyes briefly, then looked down at the board again.

DeVore walked across to the desk and put the head down, then looked about him.

My message to Devore is going to be very simple: the price of the kid just went up.

These offers were made by Devore himself, over the telephone.

DeVore had been playing music even as he fled from them.

DeVore moved on, looking at the next of the four sketches.

DeVore turned and picked up the bag on the floor by the bed.

DeVore went across and stood there over the sleeping man, looking down at him.

DeVore was watching him calmly, as if he knew now how things would turn out between them.

DeVore turned back, studying the figure cut into the stone.