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"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. “It’s too bad. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. "Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. But he was not a father one could make much of. \"I could eat now. "I feel like work," he lied. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed.
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