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Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. You, Anna, are one of them. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. ’ Gerald’s eyes never left the girl.
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