” “And leave you here alone?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. A sea voyage under sail will be the making of him. And that confounded engagement!” “Gone!” They came upon a platform, and stood before her compartment. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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