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\"Well，no，Sir。Notforthreeorfourweeksyet。
Ihaven’tanyideawhereyoumightfindsome。Theremaybeafewintownfromundertheglass，butthey’dbebardtolocate。Maybeatoneofthemoreexpen—
sivehotels—someplacewherethere’splentyofmoneytowaste。I’vegotsomeveryfineoranges，though—fromashiploadthatcameinto—day。\"
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