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The Law Will Argue Any Thing, With Any Body Who Will Pay The Law For The Use Of Its Brains And Its Time.

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Wilkie Collins

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The Law Will Argue Any Thing, With Any Body Who Will Pay The Law For The Use Of Its Brains And Its Time.

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