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The Watering Place of Good Peace
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491_9781440177187
I never saw Stewart disappear. If I had, I might have made an attempt to get the boat. I saw what took him as he came at me, mouth slackly agape. He made his first run past me swiftly, and just brushed by me. His skin was not, as I had thought a sharks would be, rough, but soft like chamois leather. It was that almost affectionate soft brush that started my supersonic, terror-frantic scream...I knew what was going to happen. I could not move.Fast, violent and genuinely hair-raisingEvening StandardA sizzler of an adventure storyBooks and Bookmen
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