a wagon rattled by , creaks and clopping , stirring up the dust and the dry , tickling smell of it taunted gideon 's lungs . '' gim me that pillow , will ya ? '' he scootched himself up to lean against the wall and the quilt shifted , revealing more bandages wrapped around his middle . peter forced himself to quit gawking and handed over the
pillow

the second tavern keeper was an unfriendly sort who spoke only in grunts . the third , however , proved to be a garrulous old fellow with a great fondness for conversation . ' well , now , ' he said , scratching at his head . ' lessee iff 'n i kin call it t ' mind . the last three days , y '
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malique ignored her but picked up the phone in the living room and nervously dialed the number on the card . he took calming breaths as he waited for someone to pick up the phone on the other end . on the third ring the professor answered , '' professor chapman , how can i help you ? '' malique cleared his throat . '' um ... hi ... this is
malique