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Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. Dollis Hill revisited 324 XII. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it.
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