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This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. ” She turned herself to one side and propped her head in her hand. Gracious, there’s the gong.
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