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” “I am not sure whether I feel inclined to scold or thank you,” she declared. Twenty-one, twenty-two. Is it an old ring?” he asked, returning it. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. If I had been your companion only, and not your master, I might very well have been content to accept you for what you seem. ‘What are you after this time, miss?’ asked Jack.
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