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Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. He was caked with dried muck. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea.
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