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" "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. Kneebone. . It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. Annabel entered. Officers were these. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. She had only to get through this, to solace Manning as much as she could, to put such clumsy plasterings on his wounds as were possible, and then, anyhow, she would be free—free to put her fate to the test. ’ ‘Better than to live at the hands of a villainous blackmailer,’ Melusine threw at him.
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