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Miss Charvill. C. He loved you. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly.
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