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The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. He stood still, almost breathless. Why, is the question I would like answered. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away.
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