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The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. ‘Very well, Kimble. ” He stood still, looking at her. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack.
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