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Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. "Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery," cried the Jew. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster.
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