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‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. No, not one little bit. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. gutenberg. The stranger with a bow returned to his table.
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