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"I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees.
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