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I never met your sister in Paris,
but I heard about her more than once. ‘And if you like, I will tell you why. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at
last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over
whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under
the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were
gone?"
"Who?" inquired Jack. God, we suck. He believes that he is leaving this conscience
behind; and I want to watch his disillusion on this particular point.
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