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Taxi, he called. And when one pulled up to the curb with screeching brakes he ordered, The nearest restaurant.

1989 'It's going to blow visibility to shit, too.' 'Roger that.' Tom Clancy, Clear and Present Danger, p. 506.

For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.