![]() “We will yet drink tea together,” Brad whispered back in the same language, then dropped from the tree.īehind him, four other men also began to move. Foolish of his brother to remind him of the past when they were on the brink of a job. Gan was too sentimental, and too ill-timed. Not since their mother and eldest brother had died under a tank’s tread in the spiritual center of a country they’d called home. He hadn’t been that person in a long time. He checked the straps securing all the equipment to his narrow, whip-thin body. No one but Gan called him by that name anymore. “Just watch yourself, Zhihuan.”īrad returned to his contemplation of the guard, but inwardly frowned. His older brother responded in their native Mandarin. Tomorrow you will have vacation for the rest of your life.” Gan, also dressed completely in black, responded with the barest of raised eyebrows, then thumbed the switch on his radio.īrad immediately turned his attention towards the purling river, though it would be another five minutes yet before any change would become apparent. “This country’s version of Rent-a-Cop,” he whispered unnecessarily to Gan, motionless against the next tree. ![]() Brad pushed a black strand of hair back under his hood and watched the man stumble. The guard-Brad searched his memory for a name Vaclav-was visibly tired and riding the careless line of boredom. Night was falling, quicker than usual, thanks to the storm clouds in the western sky. It had been over four hours since the guard’s last break, and only two minutes remained until shift change, when he could finally go home. He moved with painstaking caution, though the security guard strolling along the inside of the modern fence two hundred yards away was looking at his feet and no doubt anxious to finish his last sweep of the perimeter. Lights from the shadowy compound glimmered sullenly across the steel-gray skin of the waterway.īrad leaned into the sway of the willow and raised his head up just enough to see over the crumbling stone-and-mortar wall. Doing so helps us track how our collection is used and helps justify freely releasing even more content in the future.It had taken Brad a long time to get good at this, and it was finally beginning to pay off.Ī heron sailed by, veering away from the willow tree and the knot of concealed men, crossing over the river. Though not required, if you want to credit us as the source, please use the following statement, "From The New York Public Library," and provide a link back to the item on our Digital Collections site. This item may not be in the public domain under the laws of other countries. Type of Resource Still image Identifiers Universal Unique Identifier (UUID): 7c223b90-c5bc-012f-de18-58d385a7bc34 Rights Statement The New York Public Library believes that this item is in the public domain under the laws of the United States, but did not make a determination as to its copyright status under the copyright laws of other countries. Physical Description Extent: 1 print : b 13 x 18 cm. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Picture Collection Shelf locator: PC-CHI NURSE-(I-J) Topics Nursery rhymes Boys Candles Jumping Genres Illustrations Notes Source note: The little Mother Goose : with numerous illustrations in full color and black and white (New York Dodd, Mead Company 1918) Smith, Jessie Willcox (1863-1935), Illustrator. Nursery rhymes - I-J Dates / Origin Date Issued: 1918 Library locations The Miriam and Ira D. Names Smith, Jessie Willcox, 1863-1935 (Artist) Collection TitleJack be nimble, Jack be quick, and Jack jump over the candlestick.
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