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I'll send you word when I catch him. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna. ” They eyed her incredulously. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents. But it was not so ordered. Were such a thing to happen again, I'd never let Mr. Mike chimed in. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room.
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