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” The conversation hung for a moment. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. And you’re as clean as fire. “It isn’t objections exactly. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley.
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