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It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. " "In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. \"I'm going to his baseball game, he's pitching for Lincoln, and then I believe he is taking me to dinner. \" \"Good night, Mom. I want to know more about her. "I've often heard of a secret door in this room, though I never saw it.
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