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There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. She even hit the jackpot in 1952 when she found a photograph in a London issue of Vogue. He called a waiter. Kneebone he's not here. ’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble. ’ He grimaced. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. It was obvious that he had waited for her.
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