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On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. And now you know. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. “It’s fine, Michelle.
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