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The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. org.
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