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She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. “I—I shall be all right directly. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club.
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