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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. Alors, how did you get in?’ ‘Oh, we broke in,’ Gerald told her cheerfully.

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