you knos of people ruck by lig;

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    Penfield, tor,  back to Lafayette Street. quot; coming?quot; Penfield asked. quot;I dont understand it yet,quot; Connors said, quot;  c; quot;s to understand?quot; said Penfield, quot; terrific ss of individual bolts, I see a four-ext reversed out of turated purple sky and tiny but absolutely  t -- quot; quot;S; said Connors, quot;youre going to rouble  enougrast.quot; quot;So itll be subtle,quot; said Penfield excitedly, quot;ricle. t  enougll be nice.quot;

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    quot;t; Connors said to Ed nig dinner, quot;I dont understand precisely s t pure frigitude at ; tting in an