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She was correct, and when I went directly to
the street she had named, there you were, walking into
the Butcher Shop. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the
priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind
it on the floor. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. . ”
“I wish you would use my Christian name,” he said. . ’
‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your
affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. ‘It is imbecile that you are. I offered myself as a clerk, as a
milliner, as a shop girl.
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