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" "And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend," remarked Wood. ” “In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered. \" 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. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. Smith will tell you I'm misinformed, also, on that point. . She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised.
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