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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Escape to Witch Mountain'. Start with the sentence 'Escape to Witch Mountain
  Tony, carrying their bags, followed his sister, Tia, and the welfare worker down the tenement steps to the sidewalk'.
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conversations.value: Escape to Witch Mountain
  Tony, carrying their bags, followed his sister, Tia, and the welfare worker down the tenement steps to the sidewalk. While the welfare worker unlocked her car, Tony looked unhappily around at the ugly world of South Water Street, knowing he was seeing it for the last time. He and Tia had never loved it—it wasn't the world they belonged to—but at least it had been home.
  For a moment, as he stood there, he wondered again about the world they had come from, and if they would ever find it. In what direction it lay, or how one got there, he hadn't the slightest idea.
  Maybe it didn't exactly make sense, the way Tia had put it, but he was sure of one thing. Considering how unlike other people they were, it was the only kind of world they could have come from—so it must be somewhere.
  On the other side of the city, Tony stared in dismay at the gaunt old brick building, with its high iron fence surrounding the bare play yard. The place seemed almost like a jail. Then he remembered that Hackett House was more of a detention home than an orphanage, for orphans in good standing were never sent here.
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conversations.value: He had wanted to call Father O'Day, but now he realized it had been mainly for the assurance of hearing the voice of the only friend he and Tia had. Actually, there was nothing Father O'Day could do, except to inform Augie Kozak of what had happened. They were on their own here. The only wise thing was to stop arguing, and take it easy until tonight. Then they could slip out and head for the Kozak place.
  They'd had little rest for two nights, and Tia, he saw, was drooping with fatigue. Even so, he was not surprised to find that she seemed oblivious of their predicament, and that all her attention was on the distant bear cage. She was watching it through the window and whispering silently, "You poor things! But just wait—I'll get you out of there."
  Her only answer was a stubborn lifting of her chin. Oh, he thought, on top of everything else, we've got bears to think about...
  Tony made no protest as they were searched, but he asked if he could keep his harmonica. The request was denied, and all their possessions were locked in a cabinet behind the desk. Then they were hustled past the corridor door and each thrust into a cell.
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conversations.value: Father O'Day was fingering his rosary, trying to compose his mind for a prayer, when he was interrupted by Lucas Deranian.
  Father O'Day stiffened. "Don't ever confuse your master with mine!" he thundered. "Do you think the Lord on high is so frail that this little planet, with its greedy little people, is all that he can do? Bah!" Abruptly his great hand swept out, seized Deranian by the coat collar, shook him, and hurled him into the midst of the other men. "Get out of my sight! Go tell the rest of your kind there are marvels in Creation far beyond their narrow dreaming."
  There were ugly mutterings, and for a moment it looked to Father O'Day as if he might have trouble on his hands. He smiled in sudden anticipation and took a step forward. There were six of them, but the Lord had given him a mighty body, and there was no better spot than a mountaintop for taking on the minions of the devil.
  He was almost disappointed when they retreated to their cars. The motors started easily now, and he watched in considerable satisfaction while they turned the cars around at the edge of the meadow, and drove back the way they had come.
  After a long while he followed them. He would rather have gone in the opposite direction, but he wanted his first view of Witch Mountain to be in the dusk, when he could catch the homey glow of lights through the mist, and hear again the magic of music that would never be forgotten. After all that had happened, he knew it would be much wiser to wait a while before he joined the children on Witch Mountain.