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’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his eyes open. My profession has hardened me. "How very like it is!" "Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the person for whom it's intended. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. ’ Joan nodded, her face still averted. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. " "Ah, yes; that coat. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along. ” “Thank you.
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