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His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. Ann Veronica tried to seem absolutely unconcerned. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ‘Don’t want it to break out bleeding again. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present.
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