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Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. “Child!” he cried. “On or about the day you receive this letter, Anna, the six months will be up. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet.
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