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\" He perked up, ready to make conversation. "Hey, you!" Ah Cum stopped and turned. He patted the hand on his sleeve. We don’t want no trouble, do we?’ At sight of him, everything went out of Melusine’s head but the thought of Jack Kimble. Melusine felt the calloused hand grasp around hers. I can’t. E. His lips parted in a rare smile. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Figg?" said Jack, peevishly. .
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