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“How did you come across them?” she asked. “The articles, I mean. Did Flo give them to you?” One day she received a letter from Folk. He had come to London at the request of the French Government to consult with English artists on a matter he must not mention. He would not have the time, he told her, to run down to Liverpool. Could she get a couple of days’ leave and dine with him in London.
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