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Besides, you've secrets which must not be disclosed. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. Half a minute, Vee. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. John stared palely. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke.
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