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“I feared we might have a fog. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. ’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. His last actions were futile. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ’ ‘But the general gave his permission.
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