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It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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