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"Indeed you did no such thing," retorted Etwald, coolly. "My story is quite different to that of Dido." "What de doctor say?" asked Dido, in a low-voiced whisper. "That? Oh, Carol Lawton wrote that for us before she left. She was a corker, I can tell you." A shade flitted over Griffin's face as she settled herself more firmly on the board. "She died last fall, and we've sung that song ever since. Ready now! Let her go!".
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"I can't say, major. You had better ask her." "If you mean Dr. Etwald, he will have enough to do to look after himself. Well, Mrs. Dallas, as I have learned what I wished to know, I shall now take my leave." Without waiting to take him with me, or think, or do anything but feel deadly savage anger, I hurried across the garden and into Dr. Moore's surgery, where he was just taking off his gloves and dust-coat. "By blackmailing? I see. I suppose he hung on behind.".
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