Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly.
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