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Night and day have been alike to me. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. She laughed a little contemptuously.
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