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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. The wretch
you confide in has sworn to hang you. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. She emerged
with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. still a kid!” He said. ’
‘But what do you want it for, miss?’
‘But to protect myself. “Pump,
pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. we’ll stop by the Amoco
on Maple. ’
‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. "
"I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the
garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs.
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