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He laughed, but his expression turned serious as he asked, “Have you given any ether?”

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“But it ers around mine

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“Hi, Mrs Morse,” he said, displaying hissmile Adam offered a few platitudes about the sadness of the occasion and inquired after Mrs Morse’s health, even listening andthe appropriate sympathetic noises over her sciatica, before he finally looked inthe coffee cups? Who is that?”

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