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” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. "You are my prisoner, Jack. "We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. She would have to move on to a more lawless country soon, Mexico, Columbia, then cross the sea where she could eventually return to the chaos of Eastern Europe and the Russias. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him.
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