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"Don't go away, Miss Dallas," he said, entreatingly. "I have something to say to your mother which concerns you." "What is your name?" she asked, in a high, squeaking voice that Patricia failed to recognize. "People don't have afterthoughts in grim matters of this kind," said Arkel, rising. "Well, major, good-by, good-by. Should I learn anything else I shall let you know; but depend upon it, the truth of the matter is to come from Jaggard.".
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