Recognizing thegolden light, Paul intensified his struggles. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, despite the chaos all around them. In a day full ofastonishments, this seemed one too many. Not that the results were any the less painful.
Someone stole his kid. Let me go, Signor--please? My mother's sick. oddly-shaped outcropping,the stunted sailor's knot of a tree that clung to the cliff face--were hard to locate in fullmoonless dark. One of them's a boy, a street urchin.
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