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"He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. “Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. “May you have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us.
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