“How’s the star?” John’s father asked. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A. Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell.
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