He saw the yellow car begin to move slowly through the milling crowd, gaining
speed as it won through the densest part, with the grey uniform at the wheel and the girl
beside him in the front seat. And he saw, he would have sworn he saw, that as the yellow car
reached the open street and whirled away into the night, the driver raised one hand in a gay
debonair wave. He knew they
would get away.
— Nov 06, 2013 03:35PM
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