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I will pray for you. “Why?” He inquired. “Is there any urgency?” The doctor bent over his patient, who seemed to have fallen asleep. The Burglary at Dollis Hill. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. Find that boy. She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. For so far she had kept it uncashed. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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