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’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "But there's nothing more to see in Canton. It hardly served his interests.
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