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A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. He returned, \"Can I walk you home then?\" She was completely taken aback and did her best not to show it. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. "My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly. ‘You can’t prove nothing.
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