In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "There's his knock. " "I've heard of him," replied Jack, impatiently. ’ Gerald let out a sigh both relieved and satisfied and repeated the name. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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