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April 17, 2025

"Certainly not," rejoined Etwald, with something like a sneer; "but you are also no detective." Elinor's face clouded. "But I have only started the outline," she confessed. "And I'm awfully weak on putting in the tones. I'm afraid I'll make a fizzle of it." "Come here to me a minute!" he said quickly, and he turned me round and put his head down between my shoulders and held me so tight against his ear that I could hardly breathe..

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May 4, 2025

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May 24, 2025

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