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"I don't trust Zirknitz," said he, emphatically, "neither does Schwartz.
— from The Crimson Cryptogram: A Detective Story by Fergus Hume
She was tired, her feet ached, and her great rage had sufficiently cooled to make her remember distinctly that she had eaten no dinner; still, she plodded on.
— from Polly: A New-Fashioned Girl by L. T. Meade
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