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The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. ‘How did you get in? The house is all locked up.
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