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“You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. So I dare say I was christened Jack. "I will at once convince you of the truth of my assertions, and ascertain whether the enemy really is at hand. Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage.
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