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" The Wastrel laughed. The streets were deserted as they drove past familiar sites. And Gerald— Melusine swallowed on an unaccountable lump in her throat. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. ‘You didn’t understand it any better than I. And now, only twenty-four hours behind him … that is, if he wasn't paddling by on the return route to Hong-Kong or had dropped down to Macao.
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