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... at the sentiment. "Truly," he said, wry, sipping his dry white wine with pursed lips. "You're rather ornery. But, I'm very very... the man whom you knew in Bewdley, who owned the local book shop and frequented your pub?" "Aye," Margery said, solemnly. "Tell the court...Bewdley. I musta bin eight? He's always worked at the book shop. He used ter hep' me find me comics." The judge leaned forward....
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