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" "Ah. ” She lied. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. Yet he stays. . There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. . “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. She cocked her head. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat. ’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you.
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