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And then her pace slackened. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. . There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. Wild's busy. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor.
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