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"It'll ease your mind. ” He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him, and for a time they were both too full for speech. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. “Monsieur would dine! It was very good! And Madame, of course?” with a low bow. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. " "Where?" "At Yale. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter. ” “Strongly,” said Mr. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound.
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