272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. " Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal. It was then, I am sure, empty. I've only a Chinaman who is studying under me; but he's a good sport and will help us out during the crisis. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. " "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance.
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