I had desk duty at the library on Monday. It

was the most boring part of my job, and I

usually had a crossword puzzle to work on when no

one was looking, or a magazine tucked into a partly

closed drawer. Today it was a magazine. I was reading

covertly, and keeping an eye on the closed door behind

which Mr. Berg sat, when two patrons got into a

garrulous dispute. Mr. Berg had opened his door at the

first sound of the loud voices, and now he walked

across the room, his heels clicking on the linoleum.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Dive from Clausen’s Pier by Ann Packer.

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