Get in boat. A row of banners hung along the main street, flapping in the stiff breeze, advertisements forsome upcoming civic celebration. It took him a moment to make out the dark silhouette. The sparks werefading, and now they could see an irregular opening through which streamed bright, red-goldenlight.
He reached into the coat lyingat his feet, muscles rippling, and rooted in the pocket for a cigarette. Paul turned. But I need to get that first answer. If his grudge was over a sick child, it washard to hate the man.
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