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“No thanks, Cathy. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. She could think of nothing more to say. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. Every one else does. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly.
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