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’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. He drew a little breath of relief. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all.
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