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Could all the hell he was catching from the Independence
Party have destroyed that plan? There was something here
that did not fit.
Eigil felt his hand shake as he poured wine into his glass,
and when he glanced toward the gate, he dropped the glass
altogether.
There stood his mother. The face of the person closest to
him in the world was far too anxious, and her hands
gripped each other, as if she were afraid to lose them. At her
side were two policemen.
The Orange
The passenger sprang from the cutter. Like a sail his coat
spread out around him, and while he hung in the air with
both arms outstretched he looked just like a bird.
The sight was neither unusual nor ridiculous, but Tóvó still
covered his mouth, biting his fingers to keep from bursting
into uncontrollable laughter. On board the cutter were
three travel trunks, each holding medicine and various
instruments meant for minor surgeries: scalpels, scissors,
amputation saws, and a copious amount of gauze. Also,
alcohol, camphor, laxatives, quinine, opium drops, and
mercury ointment.