“Marchant @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-style: normal; font-family: Font_16b683cc-ba07-486f-ad5c-814b09241c8c; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Regular.ttf); font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_16b683cc-ba07-486f-ad5c-814b09241c8c; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Italic.ttf); font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-style: normal; font-family: Font_16b683cc-ba07-486f-ad5c-814b09241c8c; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Bold....ttf); font-weight: bold } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_16b683cc-ba07-486f-ad5c-814b09241c8c; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-BoldItalic.ttf); font-weight: bold } @font-face { font-style: italic; font-family: Font_16b683cc-ba07-486f-ad5c-814b09241c8c; src: url(../fonts/LiberationSerif-Italic.ttf) } Chapter seven Re-entry of Mr. Marchant The scent-spray, the bottle and the Slaypest tin had assumed star-quality. There they stood in a neat row, three inarticulate objects, thrust into the spotlight.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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