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I wouldn't trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. And so I'll tell you what I did —" And she burst into a laugh that froze Jack's blood in his veins.
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