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“Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. My heart misgives me. “Soul to soul.
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