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” Annabel rose to her feet. “You haven’t seen him in three hundred years?” He asked. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die.
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