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The storm burst upon them in its fury. . I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Fascination. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light.
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