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"My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. He was asleep. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed.
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