And will any say when my bell of quittance is heard in the gloom, / And a crossing breeze cuts a pause in its outrollings […]
He would wear a phony diamond ring to flash in your eye, and he would have an “eyeballer” or kibitzer in the audience who would make a sudden noise or otherwise distract you while you were shooting.
Don’t nobody care.
And yet, despite its occasionally gastropodous pacing, “Exile” delivers the sort of torn-from-the-headlines story Patterson’s fans have come to expect.
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