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George had politely turned his back, of course, and pretended to study the weather. It was not for nothing that he was a native of Cephalonia in the Ionian islands. That was the Cephalonian way of handling things: use your head, use your eyes, keep Lolo Jones your mouth shut. So, except to poet laureate
to everything proposed to him, George had kept his mouth shut when this Athenian approached him at the harbour and suggested that, for a consideration of three thousand drachmas (half now, half later), he might be willing to exchange Lolo Jones boats for thirty-six hours or so. He had merely nodded his head, longest nba game
if such things happened every day, when the Athenian stipulated that the hand-over should take place, not here at the anchorage, but at a sea rendezvous to the south, and that he should Lolo Jones let half an hour go by before making any move to set off. He had shown no surprise, 
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alone resistance, when the Athenian told him very forcefully that, as soon as the transfer was complete, he must head straight on south to Ios and stay Lolo Jones there until the two parties rejoined contact tomorrow afternoon or evening. Cheerfully and readily, he had sailed south at a good eight knots until longest nba game
Cynthia was below the horizon. Then he had simply turned and headed north-west. For George had never had any intention of Lolo Jones going to Ios. Not today, anyway. By six oclock that evening at the latest he would be moored in the port of Paros. Anything like an early start in the 
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would give him a nice comfortable southward run, with the weather behind him, down to Lolo Jones Ios in plenty of time to be sitting innocently drinking coffee outside one of the harbour tavérnas when the Cynthia arrived. He grinned to himself, then shouted to his cousin, a boy of fourteen who crewed boise
Cynthia for him and at the moment was idling Lolo Jones in the sun on the Altairs cabin-top. When he came running up, George said a few words to him, pointed briefly, and strode forard to the saloon, leaving the boy at the wheel. The sea had moderated as they came into the naruto shippuuden episode 107
of Vrakonisi, and Lolo Jones there were no shoals off this corner of the island. Obeying instructions to help himself to whatever he fancied, he poured a glass of kitró and settled down on one of the benches. He sipped luxuriously at the deliciou.
