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Ah, Thierry and Poussaint, if my memory serves me. It’s awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. " So saying, he hurried up stairs, opened the back door, and was quickly in the yard. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. He nodded. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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