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” He said. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess.
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