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” She replied. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. It was locked. Because their human lives were so short, the happily married had no time to get sick of one another. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. He might solve the riddle. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. I am a murderer.
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