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“I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. A town called Foster. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. ‘Aha,’ grunted Gerald with satisfaction, squinting up at the two open shutters on the second floor. "You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland," observed the thief-taker. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this.
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