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"I won't betray you," she says. "You may trust me. Where are they stationed?" As they enter, mirth ceases. A remarkable silence falls upon the group. Everybody looks at anything but Violet and her companion. Scarface did not laugh. He looked at them and said, "I will do as you say; I will go and ask her.".
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