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Disappointed and still not knowing, she had shut it off and slipped uneasily back into her nightmare world. |
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All this followed a tense 20 minutes when Freeman had sutured up the wound in the back of Bartholomew's tortured head. Linda had tried to assist the old medic while Gladys Ann held the flashlight. They had even had to pause while Gladys Ann changed batteries, using the last in the display rack near the Gull House cash register. Then, in the glow of the revitalized beam, Freeman had carefully bandaged the deputy and administered a double dose of painkiller. Bartholomew Miller had been in a deep sleep ever since. |
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During that time, Moxie had come up from the lower level. The little man, soaked and exhausted, reported total devastation; the side walls of the first level storeroom had started to buckle and the flooring was now buried under eight inches of swirling water. He had done what he could, moving whatever possible to already overburdened shelves. And, only minutes after giving his report, the little man had collapsed into a deep sleep. |
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Linda opened one eye and saw the shadowed image moving through the darkness. It was carrying a candle. |
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"Doc," she called out softly, "is that you?" |
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The old man made a shushing sound. "I'm just checking on our patient. I was laying |
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