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Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. "If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Her eyes flashed. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed.
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