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Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. Beyond was another door, on which was painted in black letters: MR. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. " "I am one-and-twenty," observed Jack. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work.
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