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His age was not far from fifty. ‘That’s just it. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. The note-passer lagged behind with her. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
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