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The sky was as blue as the ribbon on a prize-winning lamb.
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He walked along Eighth Street, over to Christopher, then to the river, threading his way like a pickpocket through the crowds just off the ferryboats from New Jersey: taut-jawed men in stiff hats and suits and obsidian shoes, newspapers pinned under their arms; brusque, brick-lipped, hard-heeled women in floral dresses. They stampeded down the ramps and onto Christopher and then scattered like raindrops blown across a window.
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elegant black-and-white ship, all 24,170 tons of it, loomed like a mountain in a dinner jacket.
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prognathous,
whose armpits smelled oddly of fennel seed.
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the sky overhead was still as blue as a gas flame, with a flickering hint of black carbon in the east.
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tergiversations,
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