" "What kind?" "Dickens, Hugo. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. That’s Italians for you. She kept her face downcast. "By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such jeopardy a short time ago.
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