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The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours. ” “Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline. ” “But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece.
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