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“I have not the least idea who he is. " "She has suffered enough for you," said Wood. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. " "He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again after supper. Twenty guineas, mind. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Probably she was married years ago and is now merely on the way to her husband's house. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. ” She blushed deeply.
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