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As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. ‘We were wondering about that. Perhaps he had had money in the coat, back in Hong-Kong, and had been robbed without knowing it. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom.
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