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" "And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend," remarked Wood. ‘Very well, never mind. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. The day is already half over. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be. Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. McClintock's initial revulsion was natural; he was an honest man. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. She listened, listened intently for several minutes.
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