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“Yes. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her
sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She helped herself to the
remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting
her luggage out of the house. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "
"Is he leaving England?" demanded Thames, in astonishment. Martin came to the door, looking radiant and relieved. "
"I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. E. “I must go. Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt.
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