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“Look round the table,” she said. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found. Living’s just material. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride.
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