I want to ask you a plain question, and you must answer me faithfully. I—listen. “Come on. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. "Sometimes a cup of lies is a cheering thing," replied the trader. “So you’d best open your coffers.
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