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"I've lost my wager. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane. ” “I suppose so. “Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. John eased off. She hoped fervently that Martin had not divulged his crush to Brown. I don’t see that men need bank it with the women. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. \"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Shari. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. "Think of me forgetting ten thousand so quickly!" "Go to, you old fraud! You'll never fool me again.
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