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I can’t help it. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. He has helped me out of scrapes though, no end of times. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand.
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