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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Finney, Jack
  • Author:  Finney, Jack
  • ISBN-10:  0684818442
  • ISBN-10:  0684818442
  • ISBN-13:  9780684818443
  • ISBN-13:  9780684818443
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Pages:  304
  • Pages:  304
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-1996
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-1996
  • SKU:  0684818442-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0684818442-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100196976
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The New York TimesBestseller -- Jack Finney's long-awaited sequel to his classic illustrated novelTime and Again.
Simon Morley, whose logic-defying trip to the New York City of the 1880s inTime and Againhas enchanted readers for twenty-five years, embarks on another trip across the borders of time. This time Reuben Prien at the secret, government-sponsored Project wants Si to leave his home in the 1880s and visit New York in 1912. Si's mission: to protect a man who is traveling across the Atlantic with vital documents that could avert World War I. So one fateful day in 1912, Si finds himself aboard the world's most famous ship...theTitanic.Chapter 1

We stood bunched in with the little crowd you can see on the balcony down there at the right -- see it? -- just over the pillared entrance to the Everett House: Julia and I, her hands in her muff; and our four-year-old son, chin on the balcony rail. When I leaned over him to see his face in the light of the marching torches below us, his expression was fixed in wonder. I was here on assignment, but this was also a part of nineteenth-century life, a great parade, that I liked a lot. We had no movies, radio, or television, but we did have parades, and often. Now every possible inch of standing room down there in Union Square was lost under the packed-together shoulders and the tops of derbies, tall hats, fur caps, shawled hair, and bonnets. Winding around the roadway through that thick crowd, hundreds of marching men, and floats, flags, bands, horses, all fitfully visible in the bobbing firelight from rank after rank of gimballed canisters of smoky flame.

The sound was a thrill: the splendid brass blare of marching bands and the yells of the crowd. What they yelled, I'd noticed again and again, was Hurrah! -- actually pronouncedhurrah.We stood hearing fireworks whistle up, watched them burst gorgeously against the black sky with that muffled fireworkspop.Sls$
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