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“I have not left this apartment myself. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. I can save you, and will. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ” “Is that so wrong, to want to live forever?” “It is wrong to if the price is murder. "' Instead of regarding him, Jack glanced over the iron bannisters, and measured the distance.
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