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“Mary!” He whispered loudly. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. Water I need. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet.
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