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It was late in the second afternoon when he stepped froined roar and congestion Here,

it was ihter of

the ed tiger,

while three currents of humanity separated and flowed toward the three

ferry exits It was afor the quiet of his ancient

hills, where nothing more formidable than blood enemies existed to

disquiet and perplex a s he

understood--and even eneh at a man's

peculiarities For the first ti like terror, terror of a great, vague thing, too vast and

intangible to combat, and possessed of the measureless power offace of Lescott, and Lescott's

extended hand Even Lescott, ier, and the boy's feeling of intimacy froze to inward

constraint and diffidence But Lescott knew nothing of that The stoic

in Sa his erasping the boy's hand

"Where's your luggage? We'll just pick that up, and make a dash for the

ferry"