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"I think you're all bewitched," she cried. The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. "If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. ” He said flatly. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. "To the best of my belief, Thames Darrell has been murdered by you. ” There came a silence again. ‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily.
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