Hurry to me, I entreat you. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his own soul. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless.
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