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Carette of Sark

CHAPTER XXXIV
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"We must hide it.

She must not know.

She must never know.

My God! Why did I blab it out ?" "Uncle George!" I said soothingly, and laid my hand on his shoulder, for I made sure his wound had upset his brain.
"Give me time, Phil.

I am not crazy.


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