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‘And nnever would you have f-found it. She’s taken my sword. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. Where was the message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do? Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. “I do not blame him. I should like Mr.
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