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’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. "Shall I fetch it for you, Sir?" "By all means. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured.
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