272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. He loaded the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered sawdust pit. It was a simple wish. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. John was acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted him to be. " And then his interest would cease. "I will struggle no longer with destiny. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. “Nothing has happened to Mr. Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. The phone did not ring.
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