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He seemed to be about to move toward her. Once he chuckled aloud. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. That is easy. I sat within a few feet of him.
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