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“Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. ‘She won’t. " "Impossible," replied Sheppard, in the same tone. An ancient smile lay on his lips.
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