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They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. She wrote it down. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. come. It’s—it’s a social difference.
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