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” “But why——” Sir John stopped short. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side.
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