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🎮 The doctor had been whispering to one of the bearers. He had the face of an old man, but his shoulders were broad and he looked sturdy. He nodded, and beckoned Joan to follow him up the slippery steps. They sat on the stone step of the fountain, where they were sheltered from the wind; and she buttoned his long coat about him.!

🏆 “When shall I know that you are old and decrepit?” he asked. CHAPTER VIII!

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