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He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. “That sounds quite absurd,” she answered. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. Politely Ah Cum stooped and recovered the photograph. " Almost the identical words of the boy. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. " "Ay; but I do mind her," cried Jack upon whom his comrade's observation had produced the desired effect. She's my mealticket.
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