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The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. I’m not that sort I quite agree. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. Wood obeyed. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reached the upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, the latter of whom carried a lantern. The satisfaction of cheating Death again.
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