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\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. \" He said to her after he bought his own ticket. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. “Afterwards,” she said, “I should be perfectly content to have everything done for me. " "How so?" asked Thames. ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see, and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. These particulars are familiar to all, who have any title to the knowledge.
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