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Chapter 17 No.17
"What a wonderful world this is! What writer of fiction could draw upon his imagination for anything to compare with this extraordinary freak of nature?" soliloquized I, arising and taking a seat opposite Arletta and staring at her in amazement.
"There is no such thing as a freak of nature," corrected Arletta, "the utmost reason prevails for all
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