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“I am under police surveillance,” she said. ” “You need help, Luce. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Then the foremost bowed and passed on. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. ‘Mademoiselle.
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