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There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. Pay fools with promises. ” “And you knew, of course, that we were old friends?” “Indeed!” “Lady Ferringhall, I love your sister.
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