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Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game. He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last.
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