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They had scarcely gained the adjoining cellar when Jonathan and the Jew rushed past in the direction of the vault. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please.
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