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’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh.
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