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“It’s something that bothers me. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. ‘Exactement. “You’re burning up. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. “To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city.
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