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"THE LATEST ADVISORY FROM THE MIAMI HURRICANE CENTER ADVISES THAT HURRICANE ERNESTINE IS STALLED SOME THIRTY-FIVE MILES OFF THE SOUTH TEXAS COAST. SURFACE WINDS IN PORT ISABEL AT THE SEVEN O'CLOCK OBSERVATION WERE REPORTED AT SEVENTY KNOTS WITH PEAK GUSTS IN EXCESS OF EIGHTY KNOTS. FURTHER REPORTS INDICATE . . . " |
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The room went silent except for the ceaseless fury of the storm hammering the old structure. Linda had clicked it off. "Better save the batteries," she said dejectedly. "Looks like it's going to be a long night." |
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She turned her attention from the radio to the two packages. "Ruth Miller," she read aloud, catching herself when it was too late. She looked at Bartholomew with an apology on her face. "Sorry," she said, "I wasn't prying." |
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The owner of the Gull House shrugged. "That's all right, it's reality. She used to exist." |
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"That's an odd way of putting it." Linda scowled. "Even if she isn't here now, she still exists somewhere. Don't you have any idea where she went?" Linda had lowered her voice so that neither Freeman nor the old woman could overhear her. |
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The deputy leaned back in his chair, being |
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