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“In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. "Hear me out," said Jonathan.
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