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" "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. Jonathan smiled contemptuously. " "Well said, Jack," cried Figg. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. He's as nice and civil-spoken a gentleman as need be; by the same token," she added, in an under tone, "that he gave me a span new crown piece.
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