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His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains.
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