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CHAPTER II. She stared. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. “There are policemen—and buses. Wood's charms equalled your description. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope.
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