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🏆 “It’s a matter of temperament,” he said. “Somebody’s got to stop behind and do the patriotic speechifying. I’m glad I didn’t. Especially after what I’ve seen.” “Have you heard from Arthur?” he asked, suddenly turning to her.!

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