“They’re all doing great. Down we come!" he exclaimed, letting go the plank, which fell with a crash, and leaping after Sheppard, who had rolled off the frame. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Some doting parent had taught him well. I knew where I would go next: Florence. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. " "We shall see," replied Jack.
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