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Though he conceded that, under the circumstances,this was a somewhat bizarre explanation, heinsisted it was true. 'Who willtake my marker?' He turned to look at the four bookmakers. He was small andplump, somewhat irritable and a dreadful snob, but a verygood bespoke tailor, and quite the most expensive inHobart Town. Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills.
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