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Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. ” “My message is urgent,” he said firmly. ‘Don’t concern yourself. It must be the dawn creeping in. "At a thought. He caught the smirk. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ” “I promise,” he answered heartily. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. . ’ ‘Oh yes, yes. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly.
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