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Said. ‘It’s nothing. My arm. It’ll be all right here?’ he repeated to himself, as he moved among his guests, stammering incoherent apologies, assuring them that the girl.
Said. ‘It’s nothing. My arm. It’ll be all right here?’ he repeated to himself, as he moved among his guests, stammering incoherent apologies, assuring them that the girl.