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” He took out his watch. She colored faintly. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. \"I'm sorry, Larry. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. ’ Kimble nodded. That is why I am glad that she has gone to London. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. She had warned him.
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