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I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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