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"Well, Mr. She pushed at the closer of the two soldiers bearing the precious burden. You are very lovely, Ruth. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. She drew it out with shaking fingers. I’m taking no chances.
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