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"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of
ale. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue. No lights
were flashing, and a single squad car was not a cause for
alert, as sometimes the Becks allowed squads to use their
drive to watch for speeders and other reckless drivers. "You must not remain here another instant," replied Thames. "He acts queerly, too. I have very few friends in Paris. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until
high up in the twenties.
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