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The sword, Jacques. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean.
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