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Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him. There was absolute quiet. "And I," muttered Jack. ‘Hates doing the pretty. The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. "Come down stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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