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by Ken Follett
It was a slow Sunday afternoon, the kind Walden loved.
by Sax Rohmer
KEPPEL STUART, M.D., F.R.S., awoke with a start and discovered himself to be bathed in cold perspiration.
by Ken Follett
would leave the girl's place alone in the Renault-but not always. Sometimes he took her out to dinner.