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‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. ’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything.
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