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“Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. "Speak, or I fire!" "Well, if you will have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. “Our ways happened to lie together.
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