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“Please call me Carol. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically. I must have something in hand. “Holcroft,” he remarked, “in bald language, and with the usual limitations of his clouded intellect, has still given some slight expression to the consternation which I believe I may say is general amongst us. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. "Read that. She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. You are different from all the world for me.
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