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‘But you do not understand, mon ami. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. Nigel, you have not forgotten!” “No,” he said, with a little bitter smile. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. .
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