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"Now, Mr. F. “Why not?” He asked. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. ” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat.
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