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What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. But I may yet live to thwart them.
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