[And naturally, as Rosalind is without a doubt the cleverer of the pair, her trap unfolds precisely the way she thinks it's going to: Robert is a few leaps behind her still, and focused enough on following her trail that he's not really paying huge amounts of conscious attention to where they're going; he's simply in a rhythm of there, there, there, which brings him automatically along the chained path of her last known theres, which in this case happens to put him just inches away from her reach right about at the same time that she reappears herself.]
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