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We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening. "I cannot climb the boat. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. ” He shook his head. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out.
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