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She felt this was the sensible way out of this oddly sinister situation. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. You're a friend of the young man?" "If you mean did I know him before he became ill, no. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. " "Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. "Choose, Jack. I’m sorry.
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