They could not go on. She felt she was now near her boy, and, nothing doubting her ability to rescue him from his perilous situation, she breathed a fervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards the tavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along the best means of accomplishing her purpose. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ’ Gerald controlled a quivering lip. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. “There isn’t any way you could be worse than John. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. He was a Canton guide, highly educated, having been graduated from Yale University.
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