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What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. ” He recovered himself. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell.
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