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It was the moment for smiles. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. "Whatever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are a God. ‘You mean there isn’t any evidence of a break-in. I’m sorry. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her.
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