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I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. Down on me luck, I was, and they took me in. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light. What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. Love is one thing and friendship quite another.
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