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I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. . ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. ‘You are not sympathique in the very least.
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