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One she entered and met with a sharp rebuff, which she appeared to receive unmoved. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. ” At this point she had perceived that she was drifting from her subject. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. \" \"No, but can you carry my lunch bag? Where is yours?\" Michelle asked.
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