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"That's exactly what I thought," he said candidly. |
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Jubell's frown intensified. "Is it true that you are as skeptical now even as you were then?" |
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It was Charlie's turn to smile. He was more sure of himself now, and he leaned back indolently in the folds of the massive piece of furniture. "Skeptical isn't the word for it. One year ago I made a nebulous request, and you made a nebulous response. I hardly consider four oversized jars of muddy-looking water to constitute the fulfillment of a contract. Then when you had your friend Raymond chase me down for this ridiculous thing called a day of settlement, I got a little angry." |
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"Angry?" the woman repeated. |
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"Hell, yes. This little den of candles and wiffle dust isn't exactly on my way to the office. I'm too busy to play games." |
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"I have fulfilled your request," she said evenly. |
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"Oh really, Madam Caron, can you prove that? Your man Armond couldn't prove it." |
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"Let me ask you a question, Mr. Frazier." Jubell Caron, despite her beauty, managed to convey a cold and chillingly calculating aura. "It is a very logical one. If you did not believe in my powers, why did you seek me out to inform me of your desires?" |
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