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\"Oh my word, Mike. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated.
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