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Let—it—fall. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. He drew a little sigh of relief. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it. The man lingered.
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