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It was a purse. " "It's light. Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch. I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’ ‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. ‘You kissed me that you might make me find it for you instead?’ ‘I had no such intention. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance.
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