Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. It was neither good nor bad. ‘Open the door, fool!’ Then he had Melusine by the shoulders and was hustling her into the hackney. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter.
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