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Supper was over. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. “Love should be enough, John, but it never is. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. We quickly drew up the documentation and made living arrangements for you and I. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head.
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