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“By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else. I don’t play anything. I thought you understood. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person.
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