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"My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often. But he only went home again to Paddington. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY.
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