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‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. He carried a small bag. D. ” She barked. I’m okay. Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described.
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