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Updated: September 12, 2025
One morning, just a week from the day of Glory Goldie's homecoming, she and her mother stood at the Borg pier, ready to depart for good and all. Old Katrina was wearing a bonnet for the first time in her life, and a fine cloth coat. She was going to Malmö with her daughter to become a fine city dame. Never more would she have to toil for her bread.
They'd say he went to hide Goldie's freight shipment of dollar bills. So I kept still. No harm in keeping still." "Oh, cracky," I said, "but I like you. I'm keeping still about something too and you can bet I know how to keep my mouth shut. You can just bet I'd do anything for a friend, I would." "Well, Skinny's got a good friend," he said.
Not that a crack-brained person like Ingeborg could know anything of Glory Goldie's movements; but she was one of the kind who sensed it in the air when something extraordinary was going to happen. She could see and hear things of which wise folk never had an inkling. Engineer Boraeus of Borg was in the habit of strolling down to the pier mornings to meet the steamer.
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